<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718</id><updated>2012-01-29T00:07:03.627+08:00</updated><category term='Baby loves Family'/><category term='Baby Soother'/><category term='Baby Life'/><category term='Baby Arts'/><category term='Baby on Prayers'/><category term='Baby Steps'/><category term='Baby Learns to Blog'/><category term='Baby on Weekends'/><category term='Baby Dreams'/><category term='Baby News'/><category term='baby work-out'/><category term='Baby Loves'/><category term='Baby for Laughs'/><category term='Baby Talks'/><category term='Baby&apos;s Born'/><category term='Baby loves Nature'/><category term='Baby Thots'/><category term='Baby on Love'/><category term='Baby Critique'/><category term='Baby Home'/><category term='Baby on Holidays'/><category term='Baby Profile'/><category term='Baby Practice'/><category term='Baby Product'/><category term='Baby Bites'/><title type='text'>babY-pose</title><subtitle type='html'>"view the world as a child and let oneself be born anew" - "looking forward to lifting up to a new pose after I get another baby - a girl this time :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-997631642651661522</id><published>2012-01-18T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T16:58:48.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby on Love'/><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah for another blesssed 365 days in bliss. May Allah bless us in bliss forever. AMEEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-997631642651661522?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/997631642651661522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2012/01/blessings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/997631642651661522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/997631642651661522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2012/01/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-8140841682105786924</id><published>2011-12-20T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T18:26:01.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Product'/><title type='text'>Fashionista - Post Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.baby-pose.blogspot.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MFKWurS6zww/TvMM-lFQdWI/AAAAAAAAAq4/L6o30QFe3fU/s320/2010-09-09_17-26-12_428.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.baby-pose.blogspot.com/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-08IRqxIsr6E/TvMNJ3DIPuI/AAAAAAAAArA/hDQQL0ggo1w/s320/2010-09-09_16-51-08_772.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ty9R20qEMEI/TvMGAZwl2xI/AAAAAAAAAqs/d1Ebp3Ukduw/s1600/DSC09632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ty9R20qEMEI/TvMGAZwl2xI/AAAAAAAAAqs/d1Ebp3Ukduw/s1600/DSC09632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We all love clothes. Even if we don't spend our hard earned salary on  clothes, we still enjoy them. We enjoy them on others, and we enjoy them on  ourselves. We like critiquing them, and generally discussing them. S either for myself or for others. Once we get going, though, the ideas start to dry up especially when the clothes don't suit our body or our age. I am really into fashion since schooling days. Now the image had changed with kids in hands, I&amp;nbsp;looked more&amp;nbsp;like a&amp;nbsp;kangaroo with baby carrier hanged on my body. The main vehicle is our body that we need to take care of, especially&amp;nbsp;after giving birth.&amp;nbsp;Fortunately, &amp;nbsp;I got a&amp;nbsp;present from my sister, the set of post natal to get the body in shape, I cherished it as it worked well. Its a steps by steps way to back in shape internally and externally. I followed what to take from the beginning til end.&amp;nbsp;Soon I&amp;nbsp;will be&amp;nbsp;back to same progress again, some say after&amp;nbsp;second&amp;nbsp;birth onwards is not easy but I don't want to believe it hehe...let see how it works for the second round steps after steps post natal to get&amp;nbsp;a normal body weight. InsyaAllah it will work on me again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ty9R20qEMEI/TvMGAZwl2xI/AAAAAAAAAqs/d1Ebp3Ukduw/s1600/DSC09632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ty9R20qEMEI/TvMGAZwl2xI/AAAAAAAAAqs/d1Ebp3Ukduw/s320/DSC09632.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The set&amp;nbsp;makes from the natural herbs to consume, some spices&amp;nbsp;to drink, &amp;nbsp;some paste to applyH on and also something torturing cloth  to wear on, I don't mind hehe...it's just for a short period of time.&amp;nbsp;Must get in shape to start a new chapter of my life with kiddies. If some of you had tried but didn't see any different, please wait til your kids start walking, that's when you lose the baby fat by chasing them around :) The torturing device is the special girdle, better fasten it on all the time especially while eating, you get stuffed fast and push the plate aside&amp;nbsp;:) This time around also I will try a set of new herbs from a friend's recommendation. Just looking forward to m looking forward  to grabbing herbies. By the way the post natal provides herbs drinks to clean from inside and also herbs douche to clean inside from outside which can lead to pr- natal. So it is also a good info for those who intend to start a family or to add family member :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Im blogging from my tap and its not easy to edit ;) will come back soon to re-publish. More info pls email me at babypose@ymail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-8140841682105786924?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/8140841682105786924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2011/12/fashionista-post-natal.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/8140841682105786924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/8140841682105786924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2011/12/fashionista-post-natal.html' title='Fashionista - Post Natal'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MFKWurS6zww/TvMM-lFQdWI/AAAAAAAAAq4/L6o30QFe3fU/s72-c/2010-09-09_17-26-12_428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-6301018770124670395</id><published>2011-12-04T13:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T20:38:31.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Critique'/><title type='text'>Ombak Rindu - Outside the Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Off I went to watch Ombak Rindu after I saw a friend's status about&amp;nbsp;it which&amp;nbsp;was strongly recommended. She is a busy friend but managed to watch the movie on the very&amp;nbsp;first day the movie was out. It must be a special&amp;nbsp;story&amp;nbsp; adapted from a novel that I also&amp;nbsp;came across&amp;nbsp;about it in the blog sites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ombak Rindu &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" the waves of longing for love, belongings, acceptance..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The movie was about a girl Izzah, a religion teacher acted by Maya Karin was sold to a brothel by her uncle due to money matters. You would tear at the very beginning scene. Yet, you might not because a handsome Harris acted by Aaron Aziz, out of a nice car was there to the rescue while she was trying to flee from the brothel. Unfortunately the brothel's gang came at the same time and pulled her back to their place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There again, she was rescued as a mistress by a playboy, the&amp;nbsp;same handsome rich&amp;nbsp;guy&amp;nbsp;Harris (Aaron Aziz). He brought her to his&amp;nbsp;home, the resort like house, I was intrigued and loving it. So moistured eyes not enuf to tear,&amp;nbsp;though back of the mind, worried sick of the saying "keluar dari mulut buaya, masuk mulut harimau, means&amp;nbsp;rescuer could be also a bad guy,&amp;nbsp;my heart didn't relax. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UGijYjM-zeQ/TtwthXMnELI/AAAAAAAAAqE/hXF8kgQq8wU/s1600/image%255B3%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UGijYjM-zeQ/TtwthXMnELI/AAAAAAAAAqE/hXF8kgQq8wU/s320/image%255B3%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The heartbreaker Harris&amp;nbsp;who married&amp;nbsp;Izzah for a sake of Izzah's request though he had already engaged with a childhood friend, a beautiful actress Mila, character &amp;nbsp;brought by Lisa Surihani&amp;nbsp;who is a spoiled brat, yet an innocent victim. I felt sorry for her because she is genuinely in love withHarris.&amp;nbsp; She has a treasure chest that she keeps little things that she did with&amp;nbsp;her childhood boy who promised to marry her. I felt touched that she said to him "One day,&amp;nbsp;you will be deeply in love with me, after marrying me"...&amp;nbsp;inevitably came&amp;nbsp;out from her.&amp;nbsp;It also touched me when Harris agreed to marry Mila to please his mother. Just a mummy's boy thingy :) Very touching...to mother mother niee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Heartfelt to&amp;nbsp;hear Harris bravely declared that he had married Izzah whom he&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;think he would fall in love and&amp;nbsp;would be so in love with.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was a very nice scene together with the haunting music at the back with the lyrics...Tuhan tolong lembutkan hati dia untuk terima ku seadanya (Dear God, please tame his heart to love me as I am)... it could break you down, prayers do wonder mysteriously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The above photo is Mila =&amp;nbsp;Lisa Surihani with her Treasure chest - full of stuffs&amp;nbsp;activities&amp;nbsp;she&amp;nbsp;had with 'Mr Wrong'. She became an actress to impress her love, Harris. Everything she did, she did for him, it seems. Her collections&amp;nbsp;stuffs can build a nice scrapbook; A todays' trend. I have one&amp;nbsp;in the photo below&amp;nbsp;which I just started.&amp;nbsp;Relatively, yesterday&amp;nbsp;as I took a Paddington napkin and&amp;nbsp;pancake flag&amp;nbsp;to put in my scrapbook, my hubby gave me another napkin, I said no, no, not the whole restaurant that I need and too many will become junks haha...he said keep laa... like Lisa Surihani&amp;nbsp; did hehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USX4KhXsvCg/Ttw74G8pijI/AAAAAAAAAqM/q0Dw3nlPPHk/s1600/2011-12-05+11.03.51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USX4KhXsvCg/Ttw74G8pijI/AAAAAAAAAqM/q0Dw3nlPPHk/s320/2011-12-05+11.03.51.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Back to the film, the&amp;nbsp;plot thickens. Misunderstanding begins when Harris was seen together with a colleague, both the wives waved upside down upsetting, love&amp;nbsp;triangle chasing moment&amp;nbsp;begins which ended Harris in the hospital due to an accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;While he's recovering, Izzah was chased out from the house cruelly by Harris's mother.&amp;nbsp;There again&amp;nbsp;her childhood male friend Mael&amp;nbsp;came to ease the situation, watery eyes remains back&amp;nbsp;in the socket. In fact, she was seen with Mael everywhere,&amp;nbsp;coincidentally and mistakenly&amp;nbsp;to make the&amp;nbsp;Harris's mother&amp;nbsp;cruel&amp;nbsp;intention appeared real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mila (Lisa Surihani) wants to be realistic to her life. For her, there always a chance to have happiness she deserves without&amp;nbsp;messing people's lives. Although she loves&amp;nbsp;Harris all her life, but she sacrifice to let him go with unopened heart...poor rich girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-6301018770124670395?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/6301018770124670395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2011/12/ombak-rindu-outside-box.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6301018770124670395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6301018770124670395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2011/12/ombak-rindu-outside-box.html' title='Ombak Rindu - Outside the Box'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UGijYjM-zeQ/TtwthXMnELI/AAAAAAAAAqE/hXF8kgQq8wU/s72-c/image%255B3%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-3757912755868110200</id><published>2011-11-29T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T14:00:49.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby loves Nature'/><title type='text'>Spice Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FHTx7QLGO_0/Ts9nXv5UbHI/AAAAAAAAAow/kSk7ntkzrQM/s1600/6.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="137" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678871312829017202" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FHTx7QLGO_0/Ts9nXv5UbHI/AAAAAAAAAow/kSk7ntkzrQM/s200/6.jpg" style="height: 194px; width: 283px;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Do I look like one of them? Just for laughs :) I'm in love with spice n herbs stuffs. I've made herbal juice plus spices drinks not long ago. I love it, it is a very soothing and calming drink.&amp;nbsp;Later I will share with you the ingredients of the drink, so you can make the drink yourself at the comfort of your home and you will feel like in a cosy Spa while sipping it :)&amp;nbsp;Now I am blogging about herbs and spices&amp;nbsp;as recently, I just read an article that could not help to bookmark the joy of reading and also to experience it "Live" in visiting a place called "Spice Villages". Spice villages are located all over Kerala the most advanced state in India which also earned its reputation as the Venice of the East!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XyOFErARW9k/TtWgxxDNISI/AAAAAAAAAp0/OSCd3blgtL4/s1600/DSCN9993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XyOFErARW9k/TtWgxxDNISI/AAAAAAAAAp0/OSCd3blgtL4/s320/DSCN9993.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dXdSM30GjTs/TtWg6YyVf-I/AAAAAAAAAp8/sp7XcNHu60I/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dXdSM30GjTs/TtWg6YyVf-I/AAAAAAAAAp8/sp7XcNHu60I/s200/2.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In the article said upon arrival,the arduous journey will be forgotten as you indulge in a sensory experience like never before. The interesting part that I love the most is that not only spices n herbs grown in every nook and corner, most spice village operators enhance the experience by using herbal or spice products in just about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples are lemongrass floor cleansers which not only keep the floors sparkling clean, but also emit a sweet sharp scent that keeps insects away. It's also common to find large pieces of raw ginger hanging from restaurant roofs as decor or spices in large gunny sacks tucked at corners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hI-YSYVuEKg/Ts9nXjBZ2GI/AAAAAAAAAo4/oDhGTw4QUYg/s1600/DSCN9990.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678871309373266018" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hI-YSYVuEKg/Ts9nXjBZ2GI/AAAAAAAAAo4/oDhGTw4QUYg/s320/DSCN9990.JPG" style="height: 320px; width: 285px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hI-YSYVuEKg/Ts9nXjBZ2GI/AAAAAAAAAo4/oDhGTw4QUYg/s1600/DSCN9990.JPG" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There, you can also learn how to use spices and herbs in your daily life to become happier, healthier and perhaps wealthier - I heard this many times that natural ingredients in a vitamins that smell like alfafa, we can rest assured that it's genuine from herbs. I love the smell and to know the farm is ecological or organic that can produce such vitamins. You can start by learning to identify them by names and scents - a task made easy by the conscientious tagging of each spice or herb in the gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact in my home I use only organic solutions. I feel safe and so natural with the products that&amp;nbsp;are no harm to rivers and&amp;nbsp;cruelty free. I'd like to tell more of herbs that work. Perhaps laterrrr loves:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-3757912755868110200?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/3757912755868110200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2011/11/spice-girls.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/3757912755868110200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/3757912755868110200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2011/11/spice-girls.html' title='Spice Girls'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FHTx7QLGO_0/Ts9nXv5UbHI/AAAAAAAAAow/kSk7ntkzrQM/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-1712406134085457679</id><published>2011-05-27T14:03:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T13:39:32.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby News'/><title type='text'>I know I love you before I met you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-85p0opYVnak/TeXGonqmY5I/AAAAAAAAAok/6JJf4lwddcE/s1600/P1010720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613110911731917714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-85p0opYVnak/TeXGonqmY5I/AAAAAAAAAok/6JJf4lwddcE/s320/P1010720.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HKG with luv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NR80C9vwNlk/TeXEQYDTdsI/AAAAAAAAAoc/OKhCCDoxm2o/s1600/P1010787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613108296200451778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NR80C9vwNlk/TeXEQYDTdsI/AAAAAAAAAoc/OKhCCDoxm2o/s320/P1010787.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;With gratefulness to say within five weeks many things had happened. The most miracle one is five weeks is here with me. During this five weeks, I went around Hong Kong's concrete jungle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes a beautiful five weeks that I cherish so much and to Allah I thank you and pray with gratefulness. I love the feelings of having this five weeks with me, would want to keep it to myself and enjoy it in my mind. I care about this five weeks and its too early to check it out but I need to make some changes once the feeling of the five weeks is here. By sharing it with pro can start the changes as early as possible. To share it out and to make sure the existence of the five weeks is here, is&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611314043570928450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wvuiThJyWBM/Td9kZII0u0I/AAAAAAAAAn8/fuSjvp0ibis/s320/DSCN0146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;morning sunlight breakfast garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;to convert&lt;/span&gt; myself from a tea and coffee drinker occasionally to dairy drinks drinker mostly. After sharing it with a professional is also to get rid of the vitamins I took to get this 5 weeks to exist. Thankful I did, the new supplements is replaced from the five weeks to many months to go. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611316738952977586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rhsZ9N8L7c/Td9m2BN-3LI/AAAAAAAAAoM/_4oPR7eimZ8/s320/P1010737.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stop for flowers :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alhamdulillah again I must repeatedly say though it was not easy to believe it at the beginning. The reality is here as 3 of us had witness the existence of the five weeks is normal in the right place. Looking forward to another month to meeting with the healthy beautiful 9 weeks again. The normal anxious feeling is here like just can't wait as usual. Patience and beautiful prayers are best investments. Early on during five weeks, was in an island snorkeling, less than five weeks was at a cafe for red velvet, was having it with girlie feelings. Was at kenduri aqiqah of a beautiful baby girl and glad to hold her closely. Before weeks, had received the good news of same kind news, this five weeks is the most beautiful thing out of the best things ever happened to us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Non-stop praying with today is fifth week you are with me for months to come healthily and beautifully. And whispering to you my beautiful baby, &lt;em&gt;I know I love you before I met you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-1712406134085457679?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/1712406134085457679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-know-i-love-you-before-i-met-you.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/1712406134085457679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/1712406134085457679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-know-i-love-you-before-i-met-you.html' title='I know I love you before I met you'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-85p0opYVnak/TeXGonqmY5I/AAAAAAAAAok/6JJf4lwddcE/s72-c/P1010720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-670546617290182671</id><published>2011-05-03T00:13:00.037+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T15:58:34.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby on Holidays'/><title type='text'>Stop &amp; Stare Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602416416072369138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WX6Ja7ApA3E/Tb_IDCvPg_I/AAAAAAAAAl8/LOwdUOrT7t8/s320/P1010101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It rained heavily that morning, the morning I packed my bag heading to the land surrounded with blue water as heard. Got the ticket, got the gears for the water trip but by air I chose. The trip was delayed at the airport. 3 hours we waited, the loudspeaker called&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; desert for lunch while the airplane being fixed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602731399447001458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ADR-mE8bsUc/TcDmhfP3OXI/AAAAAAAAAnE/qyyjnYUUri0/s320/P1010298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the afternoon towards evening we arrived at the KB airport, taxi took us to the K Besut jetty. The wind embraced our faces, the breeze of South Chine Sea in the bright evening we breathed. Boarded in a boat, sped on the water, heading to the island that was none to see from the mainland. The boat rowed with motor engined, fast the island becoming bigger and bigger as we approached and the color of the sea changes to crystal clear that hidden fish can be seen.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602425405841209282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--OH7c2RxxRI/Tb_QOUPJ98I/AAAAAAAAAmU/dO8NAe4kkwI/s320/P1010294.JPG" /&gt;In the middle of the ocean the boat stopped and the boat driver asked the Tuna Hotel guests, raised your hands, the couple infront of us, raised their butts instead to reach their bags and waiting to walk out of the boat. The boat driver abruptly said please wait til the limo comes nearer, the limo is a another small boat to take them to the hotels. Only smaller boats can go near the beach to safe the coral. The limo which was the hotel boat came near, the boat driver said to the couple, you are lucky today, no need to swim today, the limo is here for you :) Enjoy your stay, the water is clear, watch out for deep water :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602747398389113810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eW7Jx26bnTw/TcD1Ev86I9I/AAAAAAAAAnc/o6OzTq6iC-Y/s320/P1010360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then our turn arrived at the hotel located at the nicest beach in South East Asia. Our room was by the beach which was the other side of the most beautiful beach. Upon arrival on the beach, got in the room, the clothes on our body we stripped, slipped in water gear from neck to ankle for summer girl like me afraid of the sun :), soaked up in the sun and sea, we were. No camera, nothing on the beach we left except the colourful flip flops on the powdery sand. Me lied on my back floating under the blue sky roof.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602728672019665858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0IK0gTlJkx0/TcDkCuyg08I/AAAAAAAAAm0/lr72cdCGMHo/s320/P1010251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The chalet type hotels served nice ala carte and buffet, wanted ala carte but too hunger to wait, buffet we stuffed our tummys fast. Too tired to see beautiful scenery in the dark, but the sound of the wind and the waves from the beach cuddled us to sleeptight. Morning awake us to stroll along the beach which full of colourful fish. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602753534182873490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vcO2tBn04Yc/TcD6p5kI2ZI/AAAAAAAAAnk/UJ6lRZiNC_g/s320/P1010306.JPG" /&gt;Checked out the place no wheel vehicles except water taxies. Strolling in the jungle by the ocean, bumped into an old lady sweeping the dried leaves, chatted with her who lived in a small village which was a place for the fishermen stopped to rest had developed into a small village. She wanted to sell 3 acre land by the hill at MYR150 k. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602732907243506978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_a2v_uLznB0/TcDn5QOkDSI/AAAAAAAAAnM/PpxhU-iL0Vw/s320/P1010403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The trip went so fast with fantastic activities. Looked out for turtles, fish, baby sharks, beautiful coral, swam in the crystal clear sea. Luckily got to meet up with a tight schedule diver friend stayed at another bay. Enjoyable stops in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; Perhentian which means Stops centre for fishermen to continue fishing. The stops became commercialized for tourists to visit and dive left the fishermen turned to water taxi drivers and water tourist guide to hop from beaches to beaches. Some kids from the island told they want to be a Diving instructors when they grow up, water taxi drivers are their fathers' work for now. They dont view themselves as fishermen as the blue water where they live is protected by the ocean enforcement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Morning arrived, breakfast taken, time to take off to colorful home, but the fishermen stopping point is where you turn left, right, front, nothing but blue view which make the trip as an amazing "stop" at the island of Perhentian!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602754740376491474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yYfmu0fNsUw/TcD7wG_G1dI/AAAAAAAAAns/Y8FtF2GaOP8/s320/P1010309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The fish stopped at me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I stared and shared with you all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-670546617290182671?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/670546617290182671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2011/05/stop-stare-island.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/670546617290182671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/670546617290182671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2011/05/stop-stare-island.html' title='Stop &amp; Stare Island'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;[ Iyaz ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Shawty's love is like a pyramid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;We stand together till the very end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;There'll never be another love for sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Iyaz and Charice let we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;[Charice]&lt;br /&gt;Stones, heavy like the love you've shown (shown)&lt;br /&gt;Solid as the ground we've known (known)&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna carry on&lt;br /&gt;We took it from the bottom up (no no no)&lt;br /&gt;And even in a desert storm (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Sturdy as a rock we hold (oh)&lt;br /&gt;Wishing every moment froze&lt;br /&gt;Now I just wanna let you know&lt;br /&gt;Earthquakes can't shake us&lt;br /&gt;Cyclones can't break us&lt;br /&gt;Hurricanes can't take away our love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyramid, we built this on a solid rock&lt;br /&gt;It feels just like it's heaven's touch&lt;br /&gt;Together at the top (at the top baby), like a pyramid&lt;br /&gt;And even when the wind is blowing&lt;br /&gt;We'll never fall just keep on going&lt;br /&gt;Forever we will stay, like a pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a pyramid like a pyramid eh (ooh)&lt;br /&gt;Like a pyramid like a pyramid eh (ooh)&lt;br /&gt;Like a pyramid like a pyramid eh eh (oooh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;[Charice]&lt;br /&gt;Cold (cold), never ever when you're close (close)&lt;br /&gt;We will never let it fold (fold)&lt;br /&gt;A story that was never told&lt;br /&gt;Something like a mystery (yoh!)&lt;br /&gt;And every step we took we've grown&lt;br /&gt;Look how fast the time has flown&lt;br /&gt;A journey to a place unknown&lt;br /&gt;We're going down in history&lt;br /&gt;Earthquakes can't shake us (oh)&lt;br /&gt;Cyclones can't break us (oh)&lt;br /&gt;Hurricanes can't take away our love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Iyaz]&lt;br /&gt;Like a pyramid girl let me show you&lt;br /&gt;That I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;That we gonna get through (oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;Even when there's storms&lt;br /&gt;I will never go, Ima be the one to keep you safe (hey)&lt;br /&gt;Before was our love back it up more than enough&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to one another be the cover when it's rough (oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;Mother nature (hey) or disaster won't stop at happy ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Charice]&lt;br /&gt;Pyramid, keep it going (like a pyramid, like a pyramid)&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh ooooh (like a pyramid, like a pyramid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Pyramid, we built this on a solid rock (solid rock)&lt;br /&gt;It feels just like it's heaven's touch (oooh)&lt;br /&gt;Together at the top (at the top baby, at the top girl), like a pyramid&lt;br /&gt;And even when the wind is blowing&lt;br /&gt;We'll never fall just keep on going (keep it going)&lt;br /&gt;Forever we will stay (Charice), like a pyramid (what what)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Pyramid, we built this on a solid rock&lt;br /&gt;It feels just like it's heaven's touch&lt;br /&gt;Together at the top (at the top baby, at the top girl), like a pyramid (pyramid)&lt;br /&gt;And even when the wind is blowing&lt;br /&gt;We'll never fall just keep it going&lt;br /&gt;Forever we will stay (ooh), like a pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Outro - Iyaz]&lt;br /&gt;Like a pyramid like a pyramid eh&lt;br /&gt;Like a pyramid like a pyramid eh&lt;br /&gt;Like a pyramid like a pyramid eh eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" id="SubmitTwo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" class="cssButtonSize-small cssButtonSide-left"&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/8808428234160496002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/8808428234160496002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='mY lil sunshine'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-848784825897454823</id><published>2011-02-28T15:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:10:39.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Loves'/><title type='text'>Everything I do, I do it for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gzVCltVyfZw/TWtUYuWb8mI/AAAAAAAAAl0/NSawrgcGsFc/s1600/DSC08328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578645347164222050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gzVCltVyfZw/TWtUYuWb8mI/AAAAAAAAAl0/NSawrgcGsFc/s320/DSC08328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last night, I was at a mall and heard the song "Everything I do, I do it for you" by Bryan Adams. It reminds me of my conversation with my mom. She told me that the song is her favorite, I went how come? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;20 years ago, she went to the commercial bank to get money which was very huge amount. The bank told her, she was not allowed to take the money as the Central bank needs her to declare it where the money came from and why etc. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;After few days, the money was transferred to her account. The bank gave her the transferred slip together with the note written "Gift from son" which the bank made it easier for her. And the real message on the note that came with the slip was written "Everything I do, I do it for you" from your son, somewhere in Tokyo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;That was the best love story between mom and son I ever heard. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-848784825897454823?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/848784825897454823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2011/02/everything-i-do-i-do-it-for-you.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/848784825897454823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/848784825897454823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2011/02/everything-i-do-i-do-it-for-you.html' title='Everything I do, I do it for you.'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gzVCltVyfZw/TWtUYuWb8mI/AAAAAAAAAl0/NSawrgcGsFc/s72-c/DSC08328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-1755009200736953004</id><published>2011-02-08T16:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T16:46:40.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby work-out'/><title type='text'>mY bodY is a wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Says John Mayer &lt;em&gt;"One mile to every inch of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Your skin like porcelain&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;One pair of candy lips and&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Your bubblegum tongue"&lt;/em&gt; tooot - #censored:)# My mind is over my body, my head to toe body interests me more than anything, it is about clothings, touching-up and mind wondering there's no way I can get bored with my body that God lends it to me. I travelled to places to see, but myself that I think make the places lovely. The view I look for the snap spot, 80% of me had blocked the scenery. Life is so cool when nothing is essential than your body self, to appreciate the essence of life, breathing and caring for your body. I mind to be kind to the vehicle's part I owe, so I sit with my hands to give my butt a rest :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Butt is sitting on air comfortably&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the photos were deleted for awhile, sit on lotus pose then lift up your butt with your hands&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Start with flying side ways :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;in plank pose, raise one hand up, secure the with one feet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bend backward to counter our norm bend forward mostly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no magic carpet ride nor arrogance. Ends with babY-pose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-1755009200736953004?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/1755009200736953004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-body-is-wonderland.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/1755009200736953004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/1755009200736953004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-body-is-wonderland.html' title='mY bodY is a wonderland'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-1148843246110699109</id><published>2011-01-30T12:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T12:16:32.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Loves'/><title type='text'>OMG is Our Song Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/G4nn87R63S8?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love him too? :) Check, check, check, check him outtttt hehe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-1148843246110699109?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/1148843246110699109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2011/01/omg-is-our-song-now.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/1148843246110699109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/1148843246110699109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2011/01/omg-is-our-song-now.html' title='OMG is Our Song Now!'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/G4nn87R63S8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-7545058101039906367</id><published>2011-01-14T12:23:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T16:53:25.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby on Love'/><title type='text'>Love to me is... Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TS_6ku2RbaI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Bbt0iaMMTWU/s1600/DSCN9416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561939573783752098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TS_6ku2RbaI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Bbt0iaMMTWU/s320/DSCN9416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love between grandpa and grandson on Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love to me is...&lt;/em&gt; for the &lt;a href="http://peps-hellkitchen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cik Peah's Contest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night, I had dinner with my dad. He said Nasa had found a new planet, but the planet is hotter than the Earth. No man can't live there. If it's not hot and man can live there, he would be the first to live there :) I said oh no, you don't love your planet here on Earth hehe... He sounded he loves it but wants to feel the missing feelings towards the Earth etc...Ahaa...this is kind of related right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When you love something, you crave for it so badly. When you have it, you are so in love with it then you would want to test your love wether you will miss it when you are not in it....kind of complicated. But most love songs go well when you want to fall in love or when you are missing something or someone. Not when you are in love...mmm...one or two you will find the kind of songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love falling in love too, physically and mentally. Fall in love with something nice is beyond awesome. Love for someone physically and what they are good at like a singer is just to pass time and to develop loving feelings and the songs they sang are nicer when we walk along the beach and reminisce the past, got me :) We feel blessed and feel loved without any song on, that's the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love to me is...love, loving, being loved, feel loved by, to love, in love are necessity. When it is blackout, no supplies, wait, pray and dream like we used to... like how we got influenced by the love stories' movies :) Simply...want to meet someone, drop the books in library, pick up the books and break the ice, eye to eye and back to reality. Tell mom, friends about it, get approval, the weight begins, mom's love or the found love. This love vs that love, so many kind of loves we need to consider.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the song since I am a mom myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bachelor Girl Lyrics - Buses And Trains &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey Mom, why didn't you tell me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why didn't you teach me a thing or two? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You just let me go, out into the world, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never thought to share what you knew. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Chorus): So I walked under a bus, I got hit by a train, Keep fallin' in love, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which is kind of the same, I've sunk out at sea, crashed my car, gone insane, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it felt so good, I wanna do it again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey Mom, why didn't you warn me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause about boys there's something I should have known, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're like chocolate cake, like cigarettes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know they're bad for me but I just can't leave 'em alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Repeat Chorus) Hey Mom, since we're talkin', &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was it like when you were young? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Has the world changed or is still the same? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A man can kill and still be the sweetest fun. (Repeat Chorus) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As, I am a daughter myself too, creates delima and one of the persons made me a mom,a daugther whether the child, the marriage, mom or the love because of Allah gives the best and knows the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Always pray to God for the greatest love to come with great gratitude. Develop love to God, He'll show you the best way and the love that you never had, love you have never expected between people, things, you have never known. You could feel love naturally and cherish it, appreciate it with Allah consent. &lt;em&gt;InsyaAllah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-7545058101039906367?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/7545058101039906367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-to-me-is-contest.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/7545058101039906367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/7545058101039906367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-to-me-is-contest.html' title='Love to me is... Contest'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TS_6ku2RbaI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Bbt0iaMMTWU/s72-c/DSCN9416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-6383746062344427935</id><published>2011-01-11T20:43:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T02:12:47.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Life'/><title type='text'>New 2011 Noted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TSx-R3kM8nI/AAAAAAAAAkw/eDPaQdip3Y8/s1600/DSCN9777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560958485334389362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TSx-R3kM8nI/AAAAAAAAAkw/eDPaQdip3Y8/s320/DSCN9777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happiest New Year, InsyaAllah (Godwilling).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After eleven days, I've now got a chance to sit on my teak wood seat to key into the blog and say something with gratitude that I'm blessed to be in 2011 with my loved ones around. I just asked my son to sit still as I was preparing his bath tub. It's been a while I rotated the tasks until the maids, I have neutral feelings toward them but I can't/couldn't live without them had made me maid-less in manhattan again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another is on the way. I need them for my new projects, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The water was filled in the bath tub for my heart and soul &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(in the photo with me),&lt;/span&gt; three drops of Johnsons bodywash, and on the side was a small pill filled with water and 2 drops of hair shampoo. While his body soaked in, I shampooed his hair. Diluted hair/body shampoo is better for him everytime &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(good tips for baby skincare).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; He's a freshed and cleaned man on the floor, exploring every corner of the four walls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now back on my comfy seat, 2010 was so meaningful, just love to settle in here to count all my blessings with eyes closed gets the feelings at best. The feelings is like you are so in love. Like you put your two hands together on the left chest, your head slightly tilt to the left and natural sounds come from your closed smiled lips, mmmm :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No resolutions except for wishes and prayers to get better life as I live, love and breathe it. And enjoy it and fall in love with it again and again. Cheers 2011!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Grateful that I got to do two things at the same time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-6383746062344427935?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/6383746062344427935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-2011-noted.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6383746062344427935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6383746062344427935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-2011-noted.html' title='New 2011 Noted'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TSx-R3kM8nI/AAAAAAAAAkw/eDPaQdip3Y8/s72-c/DSCN9777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-825670756693483905</id><published>2010-11-15T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T15:44:38.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby loves Family'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TOtsKist8NI/AAAAAAAAAj8/4Ev6ZpIARog/s1600/Mother_%2526_Daughter%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542642694778384594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TOtsKist8NI/AAAAAAAAAj8/4Ev6ZpIARog/s320/Mother_%2526_Daughter%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The more I think it over, the more I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people - Vincent van Gogh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just simply chose the title, I did not know what to type anyway, so I search the nicest phrase from Vincent Van Gogh and pasted here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have many ambitions at my age now, I want so much to be rich, not just rich but to make money which the money is generate itself one day, I sounded like a scientist, magician maybe. And the legacy to leave behind to the future generation, sounded like an politician lol! But my real ambition was to be in motherhood phase of life. I thank Allah for giving me that, which is only from Allah I have it and I am in it, Alhamdulillah. But I am not a mother to a princess yet, so here I go again pray to Allah everyday, everytime it crosses my mind, I ask from God that I want a beautiful solehah daughter. I admire mothers and daughters relationship, I nurture the feelings motherly feelings of a daughter. I naturally wanted a baby sister though, I never had one. So it is time for me to have a baby girl "wink" "wink" InsyaAllah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one point of life, I was earning love from my nephews, and still actually, I told them I love them everytime I saw them. I do that as they are the younger generations that I want to love and continue relationship in the future years to come. I can feel the loves of theirs as well. They care about me especially one of them said that he had to company me as I was a single woman supposed not to go anywhere alone. I feel touched but I didn't expect that to happen as he is a young boy and he has his own life takes over his thoughts. At least there is something nice to hear, whatever you give, you get back! - the phrase of some book. Now that I have a handsome boy of my own, I know better to love him, naturally better, not just love but I will give a beautiful baby sister to him...haha.. it is a typical human's desire, want want want :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-825670756693483905?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/825670756693483905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2010/11/love.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/825670756693483905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/825670756693483905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2010/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TOtsKist8NI/AAAAAAAAAj8/4Ev6ZpIARog/s72-c/Mother_%2526_Daughter%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-4595195176684709303</id><published>2010-11-12T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T15:37:11.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Dreams'/><title type='text'>Travelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TNzt00XqsZI/AAAAAAAAAjs/UGiFElB9YKk/s1600/IMG_1853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538563133425758610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TNzt00XqsZI/AAAAAAAAAjs/UGiFElB9YKk/s320/IMG_1853.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I craved for travelling so much, that's why I love airports, Wright Brothers hehe...as for highways...appreciate them so much too with green sceneries and the concretes jungle stops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;How I wish I could pack bags and off to places in overseas...I've never been to London...people around me said, just came back from London, she's not here, in London at the moment, London, London. I must find ways to make my way there. But for a while I want to go somewhere near, I just have to flip the websites of AirAsia, Malaysian Airlines or KLM or etc which are my favourite sites now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-4595195176684709303?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/4595195176684709303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2010/11/travelling.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/4595195176684709303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/4595195176684709303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2010/11/travelling.html' title='Travelling'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TNzt00XqsZI/AAAAAAAAAjs/UGiFElB9YKk/s72-c/IMG_1853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-8694081653593634010</id><published>2010-08-06T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T17:40:12.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Bites'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1b5fae983e27e4f5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1b5fae983e27e4f5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330193177%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D355A4B2474DEBB661F5DADAA53BD7BF47F025BD6.58824086D838B28769C23DBD6CD2D7CB9EF5CB36%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1b5fae983e27e4f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIKfZFWnkih6RfeKbiWFW-npoy4c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1b5fae983e27e4f5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330193177%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D355A4B2474DEBB661F5DADAA53BD7BF47F025BD6.58824086D838B28769C23DBD6CD2D7CB9EF5CB36%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1b5fae983e27e4f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIKfZFWnkih6RfeKbiWFW-npoy4c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The milk is still hot, he calmly wait til it's warm :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-8694081653593634010?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1b5fae983e27e4f5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/8694081653593634010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2010/08/milk-is-still-hot-he-calmly-wait-til.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/8694081653593634010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/8694081653593634010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2010/08/milk-is-still-hot-he-calmly-wait-til.html' title=''/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-6772713666849738666</id><published>2010-07-06T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:10:11.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Learns to Blog'/><title type='text'>Dedicated to mY blog buddies with Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6bcd8f9dd46e90f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D06bcd8f9dd46e90f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330193177%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C3534A48F9B6AFECCE0B2477CEC3132708BE859.466A9A3B28391AFDD69DBB91860AACAE4E4BD8E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6bcd8f9dd46e90f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DasrBxRIGLQwY4Z9F1b2YAcG1-6o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D06bcd8f9dd46e90f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330193177%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C3534A48F9B6AFECCE0B2477CEC3132708BE859.466A9A3B28391AFDD69DBB91860AACAE4E4BD8E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6bcd8f9dd46e90f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DasrBxRIGLQwY4Z9F1b2YAcG1-6o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dedicate the slide show to all my dear bloggers buddies from the babY Tricks' List especially &lt;a href="http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lucy&lt;/a&gt; who wanted so much to see my little one , &lt;a href="http://keatsthesunshinegirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keats The Sunshinegirl&lt;/a&gt; for giving the little one the first book, &lt;a href="http://livehighlivemightyliverighteously.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ocean Girl&lt;/a&gt; for giving me the traditional device to be slim and lean, &lt;a href="http://societeamore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rowe&lt;/a&gt; for the emails and messages from Ocean Girl, &lt;a href="http://welcometomyworldofpoetry.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yvonne&lt;/a&gt; for all her wishes. Thank you all, lots of love, babYpose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490731633818478178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TDL_VG7AJmI/AAAAAAAAAjY/O2PZXXNZ-y0/s320/DSC09121.JPG" /&gt;Dear Keats, The new man loves the book and happy with the gifts, that's the best thing. Thanks again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-6772713666849738666?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6bcd8f9dd46e90f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/6772713666849738666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2010/07/dedicated-to-my-blog-buddies-with-love.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6772713666849738666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6772713666849738666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2010/07/dedicated-to-my-blog-buddies-with-love.html' title='Dedicated to mY blog buddies with Love'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TDL_VG7AJmI/AAAAAAAAAjY/O2PZXXNZ-y0/s72-c/DSC09121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-1938280156439811971</id><published>2010-06-28T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T22:46:08.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby loves Family'/><title type='text'>SundaY at mY parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488128008575987330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TCm_WLELLoI/AAAAAAAAAjI/6WYm5eHqgVQ/s320/37406_415080788943_574018943_4505299_7248260_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt; side walk view from my parents' home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My nephew said he feels misplaced where he is. Sounded like he needs some space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; He is at his grandparents. While having lunch, his grandma offers him yogurt drink, he declined as he is fine with plain water. He said he feels misplaced because he doesn't know where he supposed to be. His friend wants him, his grandparents want him to stay longer, his mother wants him home, his teacher wants him not to miss the class, his brother wants him to attend the class with him and us, me and family want him to the theme park. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I told him, he must be proud of himself, he is adorable to everyone, he is just like his mother. Every relative wants her too, from the great-grandparents to the tiny aunty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then come again my mother offers her grandson who already told her nicely that he does not want to be offered again. She offers him orange juice this time, I immediately say offer me, offer me, me, me as I was lazy to take the drink myself. I said to my mother, she must offer me otherwise I feel misplaced, I came to my parents for a visit sort of but more to unwind in the metropolitan life. Next to my parents house, just a step away, you could find everything that you want, theme park, mall, shops, cinema, iceskating rink, heavy traffic etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love my parents' place but I live somewhere else in the mainland part of an island. I once dreamt of cities by the water and I got it. I am loving it that I can go anywhere within a fifteen-minute drive. There are some entertainment, well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I went there once and wrote about it in my previous &lt;a href="http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/07/flintstone-time.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I like the wind from the island, so close and embracing. I, though, ain't quite ready to call there a place I love the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Looking back, I was not really land anywhere, having lived in BB, PJ, among other places. Happy places, though are slippery things. Some hate on their first two visits but magically fell in love with the third time. Likewise, some other love a place on the first move but then grows tired of it overtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some places are like family. They are good or not so to be with, especially during the holidays but we keep coming back for more because we know deep in our hearts our destinies are intertwined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488174593595937586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TCnptxycEzI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ICaDX1aOVf4/s320/DSC08381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;view from my place :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-1938280156439811971?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/1938280156439811971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2010/06/sundays-at-my-parents.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/1938280156439811971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/1938280156439811971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2010/06/sundays-at-my-parents.html' title='SundaY at mY parents'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TCm_WLELLoI/AAAAAAAAAjI/6WYm5eHqgVQ/s72-c/37406_415080788943_574018943_4505299_7248260_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-5811682272816961598</id><published>2010-06-01T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T16:41:02.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Dreams'/><title type='text'>mom with TelepathY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TAS_ZMREjTI/AAAAAAAAAjA/8JkB39M8C38/s1600/DSC08869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477713486299827506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TAS_ZMREjTI/AAAAAAAAAjA/8JkB39M8C38/s320/DSC08869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Telepathy is the transfer of information on thoughts or feelings between individuals by means other than the five senses. I do not know much about telepathy. Recently, I was watching discovery channel with my nephew about pyschic mind, telepathy crossed my mind. My nephew said telepathy is not invented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard about telepathy from my mother during my teen years. She suggested me to do telepathy when I asked her for the key to unlock the land line telephone to make phone calls. The home phone or the land line phone was my toy besides TV or Mini player as l loved talking on the phone with friends to kill times. But the phone was locked to save on the bills and yet could receive incoming calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I needed the telephone so badly especially on school holidays. That was the time my mom would ask me to do Telepathy to make the friend whom I wanted to speak to would call me instead. She taught me how to do it and it did not work everytime. I told her that I would do reverse charge call but she didn't buy the trick. I tried to sit with eyes closed and opened trying to do telepathy :) That was then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am grateful that I open my eyes the netbook is beside me and the cell phone within my grab. These are my now favorite gadgets. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-5811682272816961598?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/5811682272816961598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2010/05/mom-with-telepathy.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/5811682272816961598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/5811682272816961598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2010/05/mom-with-telepathy.html' title='mom with TelepathY'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TAS_ZMREjTI/AAAAAAAAAjA/8JkB39M8C38/s72-c/DSC08869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-2329543403552041604</id><published>2010-05-26T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T16:11:43.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Bites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Dreams'/><title type='text'>Maid-less in Manhattan</title><content type='html'>When this happens, I don a Cinderella maid attire (Apron) but wish Fairy Godmother to sweep me away to the living room to watch TV. That's the head of my tale...and it is a long tail to tell about the house chores that needs to do the same tasks over and over again on different day and yet it's uninteresting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on apron on top of my nice clothings to do housework. I dress well in the house not because Prince is around, it is because it is easier to hop into the horse cart to finish the outside work like going to the "mamak" to get gravy sometimes. I fry well but too much work on the gravy. Take home is the trick to survive as a Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, washing, wiping, keeping, cleaning house is great because you find treasures along the way...and to keep the treasures well is a real pleasure...that is my saYang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475476494713405410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S_zM3JNkv-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/oPuURB0DfFU/s320/Copy+of+DSC08781.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-2329543403552041604?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/2329543403552041604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2010/05/maid-less-in-manhattan.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/2329543403552041604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/2329543403552041604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2010/05/maid-less-in-manhattan.html' title='Maid-less in Manhattan'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S_zM3JNkv-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/oPuURB0DfFU/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC08781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-1298332551888275878</id><published>2010-05-24T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T04:12:33.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby on Love'/><title type='text'>saYang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S_mInrVwqxI/AAAAAAAAAio/dRpY2pvWnJA/s1600/DSC08796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474557037275818770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S_mInrVwqxI/AAAAAAAAAio/dRpY2pvWnJA/s320/DSC08796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S_mInHrcyfI/AAAAAAAAAig/KPUifSJlz8c/s1600/DSC08797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474557027703114226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S_mInHrcyfI/AAAAAAAAAig/KPUifSJlz8c/s320/DSC08797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sayang means love in Malay language. I tried to use it before, it didn't come easy to me. Saying I love you was not hard, much easier saying love you too. I could replace the word sayang to the word "baby or "dear". Until you come into my life, sayang comes so easy, I could utter the word  every second when I hold you or look at you or think of you...my sayang ala my sayang...more than words...my sweetheart, my heartbeat. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-1298332551888275878?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/1298332551888275878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2010/05/sayang.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/1298332551888275878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/1298332551888275878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2010/05/sayang.html' title='saYang'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S_mInrVwqxI/AAAAAAAAAio/dRpY2pvWnJA/s72-c/DSC08796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-7851234487542580687</id><published>2010-02-22T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:54:02.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby on Holidays'/><title type='text'>Travel Green -  The last one's the shooting locations for the film Anna &amp; The King in 1998. It still showcases a replica of a Siamese Court feature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4SSxsNLlaI/AAAAAAAAAiY/nYJuhnf-K_g/s1600-h/SundaysinmyCity%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; HEIGHT: 93px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441635632148092322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4SSxsNLlaI/AAAAAAAAAiY/nYJuhnf-K_g/s320/SundaysinmyCity%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unknownmami.com/search?q=Sundays+In+My+City"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sundays in My City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; hosted by the ever so lovely Unknown Mami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kuala Gandah Elephants Sanctuary &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4JUHWKli7I/AAAAAAAAAho/Oqn1I5IWWLA/s1600-h/DSCN8229.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441003785002781618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4JUHWKli7I/AAAAAAAAAho/Oqn1I5IWWLA/s320/DSCN8229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kuala Gandah Elephant Sanctuary is a base for the elephant relocation team, which began the translocation program in 1974. Being the only one of its kind in Malaysia, the team's duty is to track down, sedate and relocate problem elephants from areas whose natural habitats are constantly encroached by human developments, namely plantations. Kuala Gandah Elephant Conservation Centre, or popularly referred to as the Elephant Orphanage Sanctuary, is located within the bio diversified-rich and protected Krau Game Reserve &amp;amp; was set up in 1989 under the DWNP (Department of Wildlife &amp;amp; National Parks, Malaysia), manned by the Elephant Capture &amp;amp; Translocation Unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deerland - World of the Nature Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4JPzkESoHI/AAAAAAAAAhg/BddUnUx1-g8/s1600-h/DSCN8279.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440999047090577522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4JPzkESoHI/AAAAAAAAAhg/BddUnUx1-g8/s320/DSCN8279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Deerland Park is a privately owned and managed deer park in Lanchang, Pahang. The park has some 30 Indonesian deer (Cervus timorensis). Visitors to the park has a chance to hand feed these gentle creatures and observe their behaviour at close hand. Other attractions in the 4-hectare park located at the edge of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virtualmalaysia.com/destination/Krau%20Wildlife%20Reserve.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Krau Forest Reserve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, include ostriches and a sun-bear (Helarctos malayanus) named Muda. There is also a section dedicated to the cultivation of traditional herbal plants, which has over 40 species of traditional herbs. A 200-metre wooden walkway runs through this area, leading up to an observation tower in the middle of Bukit Rengit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4JN7FJtYoI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/l65hxuztC80/s1600-h/DSCN8318.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440996977207501442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4JN7FJtYoI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/l65hxuztC80/s320/DSCN8318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4JW65CsrHI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Ib2mLT09nI8/s1600-h/DSC08237.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441006869561519218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4JW65CsrHI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Ib2mLT09nI8/s320/DSC08237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our first encounter inside was with two honey bears which had been given to Deerland by the Malaysia Wildlife Council; both bears had been living with the Orang Asli and it was felt&lt;br /&gt;that they would be better cared for at Deerland &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuala Kangsar, The Royal City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4JZHOcb0VI/AAAAAAAAAiA/WjYX3KnF8aY/s1600-h/DSCN8390.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441009280488296786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4JZHOcb0VI/AAAAAAAAAiA/WjYX3KnF8aY/s320/DSCN8390.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4JZGSVboDI/AAAAAAAAAh4/hhKYmyDWx60/s1600-h/DSC08272.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441009264352796722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4JZGSVboDI/AAAAAAAAAh4/hhKYmyDWx60/s320/DSC08272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4JN6mXMqGI/AAAAAAAAAhI/sc6NORhugDQ/s1600-h/DSCN8368.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440996968942577762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4JN6mXMqGI/AAAAAAAAAhI/sc6NORhugDQ/s320/DSCN8368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4JN6K_UROI/AAAAAAAAAhA/VSV6UHFLoP0/s1600-h/DSCN8358.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440996961594655970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4JN6K_UROI/AAAAAAAAAhA/VSV6UHFLoP0/s320/DSCN8358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kuala Kangsar (population 39,300) is the royal town of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Perak" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Perak"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Malaysia" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Malaysia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, located at the downstream of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Kangsar River (page does not exist)" href="http://www.blogger.com/w/index.php?title=Kangsar_River&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kangsar River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, where it flows into the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Perak River" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Perak_River"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perak River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. It is the main town in the administrative district of Kuala Kangsar&lt;br /&gt;One flooding was so severe, it almost swept the palace away. Finally, after the Big Flood or Air Bah in 1926, it was decided to move the place further up onto the knoll where stands the current Royal Palace named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Istana Iskandariah" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Istana_Iskandariah"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Istana Iskandariah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; with its Art-Deco architecture, a rare but significant piece of architectural milestone in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Malaysia" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Malaysia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The town is also the site of the first rubber tree planted in Malaysia. The person responsible was the English botanist Henry Nicholas Ridley. He was the one who helped Malaya and eventually Malaysia become the largest rubber producer in the world. The tree still stands today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clearwater Sanctuary Batu Gajah &lt;/strong&gt;- the shooting locations for the film Anna &amp;amp; The King in 1998. It still showcases a replica of a Siamese Court featured in the film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4O1JM57m3I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/12jkIESk4nA/s1600-h/DSCN8441.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441391944481348466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4O1JM57m3I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/12jkIESk4nA/s320/DSCN8441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4O1ImDWMGI/AAAAAAAAAiI/V2VMW3VAGJY/s1600-h/DSCN8439.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441391934051856482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4O1ImDWMGI/AAAAAAAAAiI/V2VMW3VAGJY/s320/DSCN8439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4JN5KPR2cI/AAAAAAAAAgw/SJ4F3LBImow/s1600-h/DSC08327.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440996944213301698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4JN5KPR2cI/AAAAAAAAAgw/SJ4F3LBImow/s320/DSC08327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4JN5unDFNI/AAAAAAAAAg4/SmuChT3ttc4/s1600-h/DSC08324.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440996953976673490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4JN5unDFNI/AAAAAAAAAg4/SmuChT3ttc4/s320/DSC08324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's surrounded by pristine fairways. Majestic raintrees, shimmering lakes and an inviting swimming pool set amidst nature make perfect backdrop for quiet holidays. This is Clearwater Sanctuary Golf Resort in Batu Gajah, near Ipoh in Perak.It’s long been a popular place for golfing and a fantastic one too judging from the numerous awards it has received. Its 27-hole golf course is ranked among the top 10 by Golf Malaysia and has also been voted the best golf resort by Expatriate Lifestyle magazine for the year 2006/2007 and Golf Course of the Year 2007/2008 in the Hospitality Asia Platinum Award 2007.The Raintree Nine is especially lovely with mature trees with branches drooping to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resort was one of the shooting locations for the film Anna &amp;amp; The King in 1998. It still showcases a replica of a Siamese Court featured in the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-7851234487542580687?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/7851234487542580687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2010/02/travel-green-last-ones-shooting.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/7851234487542580687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/7851234487542580687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2010/02/travel-green-last-ones-shooting.html' title='Travel Green -  The last one&apos;s the shooting locations for the film Anna &amp; The King in 1998. It still showcases a replica of a Siamese Court feature'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S4SSxsNLlaI/AAAAAAAAAiY/nYJuhnf-K_g/s72-c/SundaysinmyCity%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-4023469432088043758</id><published>2010-02-04T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T09:59:57.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby on Holidays'/><title type='text'>SundayS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unknownmami.com/search?q=Sundays+In+My+City"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sundays in My City&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; hosted by the ever so lovely Unknown Mami. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unknownmami.com/search?q=Sundays+In+My+City"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 93px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434258948228124706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S2pduLKgECI/AAAAAAAAAgo/j_-NqB-WCAo/s320/SundaysinmyCity%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are the masjids we took breaks for prayers during our outing times for shopping or sight seeing on Sundays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S2o9fTELj5I/AAAAAAAAAgg/613NpG2TSro/s1600-h/DSCN8403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434223508278972306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S2o9fTELj5I/AAAAAAAAAgg/613NpG2TSro/s320/DSCN8403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sultan Sulaiman Royal Mosque is Selangor's royal mosque, which is located in Klang, Selangor, Malaysia. It was constructed by the British in the early 1930s and was officially opened in 1932 by the late Almarhum Sultan Sir Alaeddin Sulaiman Shah of Selangor and the British's Federated Malay States High Commissioner Sir Lawrence Nuuns Guillemard.The mosque's architecture is a combination of Western Art Deco and Neoclassical styles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S2o9e2hDNII/AAAAAAAAAgY/keeMO7jRqFI/s1600-h/DSC08286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434223500615431298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S2o9e2hDNII/AAAAAAAAAgY/keeMO7jRqFI/s320/DSC08286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Federal Territory Masjid or Masjid Wilayah Persekutuan is a major Mosque in Kuala Lumpur. The beautifully-designed masjid is also commonly known as Masjid Wilayah to the locals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S2o9eB73hkI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/5DfA5uGBUKg/s1600-h/DSC08263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434223486500832834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S2o9eB73hkI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/5DfA5uGBUKg/s320/DSC08263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ubudiah Mosque - While convalescing from an illness in Port Dickson, Sultan Idris Murshidul-adzam Shah (1887-1916) made a vow to build a mosque at Bukit Chandan, Kuala Kangsar, when he fully recuperated.&lt;br /&gt;After his return to Kuala Kangsar, he commanded Colonel Huxley of the Public Works Department, Kuala Lumpur, to design a mosque which he wanted to build. Architect Hubbert designed the mosque by adopting Moorish architecture in his design. Mr. Caulfield, the State Engineer then, was responsible for the construction. The unique Moorish design by Mr. Hubbert has made Ubudiah Mosque one of the building which attract tourists for its interesting architectural features&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S2o9duTjrMI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Sd32PhTLC6Y/s1600-h/DSC08358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434223481231486146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S2o9duTjrMI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Sd32PhTLC6Y/s320/DSC08358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Masjid Terapung or Floating Mosque of Tanjung Bungah is a big Malay mosque built at the bay in Tanjung Bungah. Despite its name, the mosque is not floating, but rather standing on pilings and stilts. Nevertheless it is the first mosque to be built in the sea in Malaysia (other floating mosques in Malaysia have so far been built on lakes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-4023469432088043758?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/4023469432088043758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2010/02/sundays.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/4023469432088043758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/4023469432088043758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2010/02/sundays.html' title='SundayS'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/S2pduLKgECI/AAAAAAAAAgo/j_-NqB-WCAo/s72-c/SundaysinmyCity%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-2954741552056825600</id><published>2010-01-22T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:29:54.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby News'/><title type='text'>We can make our own Honey by Zee Avi</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="dude" height="391" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtviggy.com:467440" wmode="window" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="autoPlay=false" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song that I overheard at a local bookstore, the singer is Zee Avi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zee Avi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zee Avi - Background information found in Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;Birth name Izyan Alirahman&lt;br /&gt;Also known as KokoKaina&lt;br /&gt;Born 1986&lt;br /&gt;Miri, Sarawak, Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;Origin Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;Genres Acoustic, World music, Folk-pop&lt;br /&gt;Occupations Singer-songwriter, Musician&lt;br /&gt;Instruments Vocals, Acoustic guitar, Ukulele&lt;br /&gt;Labels Monotone Label/Brushfire&lt;br /&gt;Website http://www.zeeavi.com/&lt;br /&gt;Zee Avi (birth name : Izyan Alirahman,[1] also known as KokoKaina;[2] b. 1986)[3] is a Malaysian singer-songwriter, guitarist, and ukulele player. She was born in Miri, Sarawak, on the island of Borneo. She moved to Kuala Lumpur when she was 12.[4] She studied fashion design at American InterContinental University in London.[5]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In September 2007 Avi posted a video of her first song on YouTube for one of her friends who had missed her first performance in Kuala Lumpur. The friend convinced Avi to leave the video online even after he had seen it, and soon she received positive feedback. This inspired her to put more videos on YouTube.[5] After being featured on the main page of YouTube, she was discovered by Patrick Keeler of The Raconteurs, who passed the link to Ian Montone, the manager of The White Stripes, The Shins, The Raconteurs, and others. Montone passed her music on to Emmett Malloy, who signed her to Brushfire Records, a record company which is partly owned by Jack Johnson.[4] Her song "No Christmas For Me" is featured on Brushfire Records's 2008 Christmas album This Warm December: A Brushfire Holiday.[6]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her single "Bitter Heart" was first to become available on the US iTunes store, and her full self-titled debut album was released on May 19, 2009, co-produced by Brushfire Records and Ian Montone's Monotone Records. On the day of her album's release, YouTube featured her on the front page in Spotlight: Music Tuesday. From June–August 2009, she toured the United States with Pete Yorn. The final concert on her first U.S. tour was at the Music Box at the Henry Fonda Theater in Hollywood, California on August 27, 2009. [7] [8]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="dude" height="391" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtviggy.com:467442" wmode="window" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="autoPlay=false" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-2954741552056825600?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/2954741552056825600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-can-make-our-own-honey-by-zee-avi.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/2954741552056825600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/2954741552056825600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-can-make-our-own-honey-by-zee-avi.html' title='We can make our own Honey by Zee Avi'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-110605692498825671</id><published>2009-11-25T12:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T12:26:59.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby loves Family'/><title type='text'>Haj Mabrur Our Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-53.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-53.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404954429747103394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SwJBasxABqI/AAAAAAAAAf4/csVRge9G7Fo/s200/PICT0047%255B2%255D%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tho I am not suppose to work out during pregnancy, well I'm doing it a little. I'm craving for working out, the patience to be all out has put me to the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind-body workout coordinates movement, breathing and awareness. It gives health and well-being on several levels eg : physical, emotional, psychological and spiritual. Because of the enjoyment of those days and of its benefits to me and now I know as for the practice, the time-honored art of working out accepted as self-care during pregnancy and preparation for childbirth and motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it feels good after a short practice and yet long for a longer one. I'm releasing the real practice in words here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand upright, hands on the sides...&lt;br /&gt;it relies on breathing techniques to make the practice fruitful...&lt;br /&gt;Exhale and inhale provides oxigen to the whole body, ohhh it is so nice If I could be stucked on my mat :) and feel fairness beautiful you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...Our yesterdays are but dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Our tomorrows merely visions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but today lived well makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Every yesterday a dream of joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And each tomorrow a vision of promise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-9125552462350886436?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/9125552462350886436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-to-balance.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/9125552462350886436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/9125552462350886436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-to-balance.html' title='Back to Balance'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SwJBasxABqI/AAAAAAAAAf4/csVRge9G7Fo/s72-c/PICT0047%255B2%255D%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-590688220974013363</id><published>2009-11-10T14:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:14:21.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Life'/><title type='text'>Umbrella - I sang the song on stage :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/589Mvlz6LWE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/589Mvlz6LWE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have my heart&lt;br /&gt;And we'll never be worlds apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in magazines&lt;br /&gt;But you'll still be my star&lt;br /&gt;Baby cause in the dark&lt;br /&gt;You can't see shiny cars&lt;br /&gt;That's when you need me there&lt;br /&gt;With you I'll always share&lt;br /&gt;Because... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shines&lt;br /&gt;We'll shine together&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath&lt;br /&gt;I'mma stick it out 'till the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever&lt;br /&gt;Told you we still have each other&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These fancy things, &lt;br /&gt;Will never come in between&lt;br /&gt;You're my entity&lt;br /&gt;Here for Infinity&lt;br /&gt;When the war has took it's part&lt;br /&gt;When the world has dealt it's cards&lt;br /&gt;If the hand is hard&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll mend your heart&lt;br /&gt;Because... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shines&lt;br /&gt;We'll shine together&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath&lt;br /&gt;I'mma stick it out 'till the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever&lt;br /&gt;Told you we still have each other&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can run into my Arms&lt;br /&gt;That's okay don't be alarmed&lt;br /&gt;(Come into Me)&lt;br /&gt;(There's no distance in between our love)&lt;br /&gt;Gonna let the rain pour&lt;br /&gt;I'll be all you need and more ooohh&lt;br /&gt;Because... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shines&lt;br /&gt;We'll shine together&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath&lt;br /&gt;I'mma stick it out 'till the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever&lt;br /&gt;Told you we still have each other&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining&lt;br /&gt;Ooo baby it's raining (raining)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come into me&lt;br /&gt;Come into me&lt;br /&gt;It's raining&lt;br /&gt;Ooo baby it's raining&lt;br /&gt;Come into me&lt;br /&gt;Come into me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-590688220974013363?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/590688220974013363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/590688220974013363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/590688220974013363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='Umbrella - I sang the song on stage :)'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-674976956579518762</id><published>2009-10-28T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:19:45.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Life'/><title type='text'>Sundays in My City</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sundays are just good for me to have breakfast at the table. As other days would be infront of the computer :) btw Saturdays are as good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SukE9at9QoI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Aj8-1xom1AM/s1600-h/262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397851081570861698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SukE9at9QoI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Aj8-1xom1AM/s320/262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;New discovery on Sundays market. It's been sometimes ago I saw baby shark at Redang. It was swimming with me. It's too late to rescue this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SukDn_pm0TI/AAAAAAAAAfA/KZ5NZhKy2C4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397849614015975730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SukDn_pm0TI/AAAAAAAAAfA/KZ5NZhKy2C4/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back to balance on Sundays is amiss, I still continue some light poses for bigger tummy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SukC_MYOB_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/biEGDVqEYPs/s1600-h/DSC07153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397848913058072562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SukC_MYOB_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/biEGDVqEYPs/s320/DSC07153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nice Sundays having lasagna at The Coffee Beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SukB6wpXeeI/AAAAAAAAAeo/i7Yebi3vwUE/s1600-h/DSC07297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397847737382697442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SukB6wpXeeI/AAAAAAAAAeo/i7Yebi3vwUE/s320/DSC07297.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sundays spa at home will just do for two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SukBRGN8rdI/AAAAAAAAAeg/-FiH3McRC_c/s1600-h/048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397847021618769362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SukBRGN8rdI/AAAAAAAAAeg/-FiH3McRC_c/s320/048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sundays out in the wood was just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SukAymyhLWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/q_otew5NF_c/s1600-h/009+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397846497786146146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SukAymyhLWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/q_otew5NF_c/s320/009+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sundays stretch :) this is what I do and wanna do, always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SugZRR3Kb5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/DPm7z8l47Ow/s1600-h/220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397591938046783378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SugZRR3Kb5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/DPm7z8l47Ow/s320/220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sundays walk by the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-674976956579518762?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/674976956579518762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/10/sundays-in-my-city.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/674976956579518762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/674976956579518762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/10/sundays-in-my-city.html' title='Sundays in My City'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SukE9at9QoI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Aj8-1xom1AM/s72-c/262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-3139773768521627208</id><published>2009-10-13T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:28:31.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby News'/><title type='text'>Letter from President - What I want for You and Every Child in America</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I read the letter of Barack Hussein Obama from our local magazine. Easy way to copy paste, I found it the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.uk.msn.com/features/article.aspx?cp-documentid=12782792"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I used to recieve letter from mom before she went to work too, the breakfast is ready on the table together with other lists in the fridge :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/StPihugV9XI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-jQT55ucxhs/s1600-h/352377B0EB97AA92DDC2A2B93A7356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391902247939863922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/StPihugV9XI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-jQT55ucxhs/s320/352377B0EB97AA92DDC2A2B93A7356.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;‘What I Want for You–and Every Child in America’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By President-Elect Barack Obama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parade.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PARADE Magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; This Tuesday, Barack Obama will be sworn in as our 44th President. On this historic occasion, PARADE asked the President-elect, who is also a devoted family man, to get personal and tell us what he wants for his children. Here, he shares his letter to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Malia and Sasha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know that you’ve both had a lot of fun these last two years on the campaign trail, going to picnics and parades and state fairs, eating all sorts of junk food your mother and I probably shouldn’t have let you have. But I also know that it hasn’t always been easy for you and Mom, and that as excited as you both are about that new puppy, it doesn’t make up for all the time we’ve been apart. I know how much I’ve missed these past two years, and today I want to tell you a little more about why I decided to take our family on this journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I was a young man, I thought life was all about me - about how I’d make my way in the world, become successful, and get the things I want. But then the two of you came into my world with all your curiosity and mischief and those smiles that never fail to fill my heart and light up my day. And suddenly, all my big plans for myself didn’t seem so important anymore. I soon found that the greatest joy in my life was the joy I saw in yours. And I realized that my own life wouldn’t count for much unless I was able to ensure that you had every opportunity for happiness and fulfilment in yours. In the end, girls, that’s why I ran for president: because of what I want for you and for every child in this nation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want all our children to go to schools worthy of their potential—schools that challenge them, inspire them, and instill in them a sense of wonder about the world around them. I want them to have the chance to go to college—even if their parents aren’t rich. And I want them to get good jobs: jobs that pay well and give them benefits like health care, jobs that let them spend time with their own kids and retire with dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want us to push the boundaries of discovery so that you’ll live to see new technologies and inventions that improve our lives and make our planet cleaner and safer. And I want us to push our own human boundaries to reach beyond the divides of race and region, gender and religion that keep us from seeing the best in each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes we have to send our young men and women into war and other dangerous situations to protect our country - but when we do, I want to make sure that it is only for a very good reason, that we try our best to settle our differences with others peacefully, and that we do everything possible to keep our servicemen and women safe. And I want every child to understand that the blessings these brave Americans fight for are not free—that with the great privilege of being a citizen of this nation comes great responsibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That was the lesson your grandmother tried to teach me when I was your age, reading me the opening lines of the Declaration of Independence and telling me about the men and women who marched for equality because they believed those words put to paper two centuries ago should mean something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She helped me understand that America is great not because it is perfect but because it can always be made better - and that the unfinished work of perfecting our union falls to each of us. It’s a charge we pass on to our children, coming closer with each new generation to what we know America should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope both of you will take up that work, righting the wrongs that you see and working to give others the chances you’ve had. Not just because you have an obligation to give something back to this country that has given our family so much - although you do have that obligation. But because you have an obligation to yourself. Because it is only when you hitch your wagon to something larger than yourself that you will realize your true potential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are the things I want for you - to grow up in a world with no limits on your dreams and no achievements beyond your reach, and to grow into compassionate, committed women who will help build that world. And I want every child to have the same chances to learn and dream and grow and thrive that you girls have. That’s why I’ve taken our family on this great adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so proud of both of you. I love you more than you can ever know. And I am grateful every day for your patience, poise, grace, and humour as we prepare to start our new life together in the White House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love, Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-3139773768521627208?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/3139773768521627208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-want-for-you-and-every-child-in.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/3139773768521627208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/3139773768521627208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-want-for-you-and-every-child-in.html' title='Letter from President - What I want for You and Every Child in America'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/StPihugV9XI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-jQT55ucxhs/s72-c/352377B0EB97AA92DDC2A2B93A7356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-7357584232993954778</id><published>2009-10-11T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:07:57.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Bites'/><title type='text'>expat~ observes from expat magazine malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An Article from Expat Magazine Malaysia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also visit Ocean Girl on &lt;a href="http://livehighlivemightyliverighteously.blogspot.com/2009/10/warna-warna-wanita-melayu.html"&gt;Warna Warna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lance arrived in KL just a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;He brings a fresh perspective to understanding the&lt;br /&gt;local scene that some of us ‘old-timers’ might have&lt;br /&gt;forgotten. Lance hails from Perth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I fell in love today. I was down at my local bank working myself up into a right old state over some ludicrous banking procedure that was taking over an hour to sort out, when out of the corner of my eye I saw an angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel was in the form of a beautiful young Malaysian girl. She was dressed in a stunning pink colored kebaya, which is a traditional style of dress I’d never really paid that much attention to before. But somehow this young woman made it seem glamorous, dare I say ‘sexy’ even. At a guess, I’d say she was about twenty two, twenty three (hey come&lt;br /&gt;on, I can dream!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what struck me next was how petite she was, maybe five four, and yet she carried herself with such poise and confidence. She looked graceful,serene and completely at ease with who she was. She stood with a straight back, shoulders high and parallel, and she had long black hair that had the sort of shine and lustre that you see in those silly shampoo commercials, only hers was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how long I was gazing at her,maybe half a minute, and then all of a sudden, for no apparent reason, she turned towards me and caught me looking at her through several slow moving lines of customers. Her first reaction was to smile at me, and as she did her face lit up like a christmas tree. She had sparkling doe-like eyes, and a broad natural&lt;br /&gt;smile that can turn a sure-footed man into a wobbly mess. For a brief moment, perhaps three seconds, my world was perfect , apart from my legs which were a wobbly mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then her boyfriend (I assume), some guy of about the same age came over, grabbed her by the elbow, and whisked her away. And that was the last I saw of her.Hey, it’s OK. I’m over it. I think I’ve fallen in love another fifty times since then.Not surprisingly, the beauty and mystery of Asian women is one of the most common topics of conversation amongst expat guys, especially after they’ve had a few. Yet it’s seldom spoken about in public. It’s like some kind of secret that we dare not share with our partner for fear of them developing a&lt;br /&gt;complex (if they don’t have one already) about these angelic creatures who walk around in slinky, figure hugging size eight dresses, or tight fitting jeans (or kebayas even), with perfect skin and an infectious smile. But the fact is there are so many women up here who are just like that girl in the bank - they are absolutely gobsmackingly gorgeous. What’s surprising is that most of these girls seem to have no idea of their striking beauty. Maybe it’s&lt;br /&gt;because you can see a Miss World Finalist just about everywhere: shopping malls, supermarkets, wet markets, clothing stores(especially clothing stores), music stores, book stores, shoe stores(another big favourite), hawker stalls, cafes, restaurants,small companies, large multi-national companies, advertising agencies, airport terminals, airplanes, fivestar&lt;br /&gt;hotels, four-star hotels, three-star hotels, hostels, buses, trains, cars, taxis, motorcycles, plus the obvious places like nightclubs and bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a bloke who has now lived and worked on four continents, Kuala Lumpur has turned out to be a wonderful surprise. It is blessed with more beautiful looking women per square metre than any other city on the planet. And when you think about it, it makes perfect sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The geographic location and political stability of Malaysia provides the perfect melting pot for Malay, Indian, Indonesian, Thai, Burmese, Vietnamese,Phillipino, Singaporean and Chinese cultures to move, mix, marry and multiply, which is what has been happening in towns and kampongs around the country for generations. So you end up with this extraodinary array of exotic looking women, and you see all these subtle genetic influences in skin&lt;br /&gt;colour, facial features, hair colouring, body shapes and accents. It’s mesmerising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, looks aren’t everything - it’s what’s inside that counts right? Well again, Asian women are different. As a general observation, material possessions, status, and wealth do not seem to mean as much. Asian women tend to be family orientated, they usually have a strong faith, they look after themselves,they can cook up a storm, they’re charming and&lt;br /&gt;intelligent and they go to great efforts to please, if not worship, their partners.&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, for expat men who have grappled back home with the multiple roles of boyfriend or husband, soul mate, breadwinner, sensitive lover, responsible father, financial guru, astute real estate investor, wine and travel expert, witty raconteur, motor mechanic,&lt;br /&gt;plumber, electrician, general handyman, and general all-round nice guy to everyone and everything,working up here, and enjoying the company of gorgeous Asian women makes a damn good change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is only for a year or two. Anyway, I’m climbing down from my soap box now. I much prefer my high and mighty pedestal. Besides which, I think I’ve just fallen in love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;Lance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-7357584232993954778?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/7357584232993954778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/10/expat-observes-from-expat-magazine.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/7357584232993954778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/7357584232993954778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/10/expat-observes-from-expat-magazine.html' title='expat~ observes from expat magazine malaysia'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-1938569684984832950</id><published>2009-10-09T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T15:39:48.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Learns to Blog'/><title type='text'>Give Me Five ( Words)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Ss6u9zpy5RI/AAAAAAAAAdI/MSEgEiB6eak/s1600-h/Five+Words+Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390438180869825810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Ss6u9zpy5RI/AAAAAAAAAdI/MSEgEiB6eak/s400/Five+Words+Logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm game to play along with &lt;a href="http://livehighlivemightyliverighteously.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ocean Girl&lt;/a&gt;. The five words given it is easy to describe me me me, I need more than five, more revealing is appealing :) Ocean Girl, it's a trapped high five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first word is TodaY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I woke up, I continue my thinking of the name of my studio &lt;a href="http://balancedancientworkout.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Balanced Ancient Workout"&lt;/a&gt;. I had breakfast, two toasts then yorgurt with muesli. I continue thinking of blogging about balanced ancient workout as my studio's name. My husband thought I started blogging about my baby in my tummy. I'm carrying a baby now,I'm grateful to God, Alhamdulillah, I supposed to break the news here. The latest news is I can't wait to meet her next year. While having breakfast, my mind speeds up in thinking what to do when a friend of mine come to visit. She told she's missing the sea, and she's coming with her son anyway if her husband is on sailing or working. I thought of renting a boat with her for the ride along the island, the island is too big to go around, I guess. Along, a short ride will do to snap pictures of the city from the water. I will check it out and also whether my condition with a baby in the tummy suitable for boating. I listen to the quranic citings, didn't get to read as yet today. Some say Mozart music is good for the baby too as tested mozart was played at a tree, the trees grew healthy instead of rock music, the trees died. I glanced a little of the Ashtanga book to get ideas of the name of the studio. That's about today, half of today, in the morning after I got the message from Ocean Girl for five words to move forward in blogging's journey. Today's afternoon yet to approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.glamouR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What has glamour got to do with me, look like celebrity ? Why Ocean Girl gave me Glamour, I was once a head turns beauty eh? This is the experience of the feeling glamour, last month, I stopped at my relative spa booth and acted buying something then came another visitor was really interested in purchasing aroma candles, then more buyers. The relatives realised that and asked me to stay acting like a interested buyer, I was not acting after I saw the product closely, I was really interested in the natural products. I stood there and listened to what the relative's staff had to say, she said I was like a publicity to their booth, I was proud and couldn't bother much as that's sale's way of saying to make me stay when they saw buying signal from me. Before I left, I bought aroma eye care products and they gave me aroma candles for free and few packets of different kind of scrubs. Then I went to my hubby and said I bought the eyecare for half priced RM14.00 for the sake of supporting them and also to relax my eyes. While talking to hubby, someone from local TV channel RTM invited me for an interview for the Merdeka/National on TV1. I was excited but nervous, he persuaded that I could come along with my hubby who was also hesitated, then he said with the whole family, kids or with the relatives who are the vendors there. I just could not make my way to the camera ahh...but felt like a celebrity hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I felt glamour when I made my way to Tazkirah with VVVIP at a state place, was about Marhaban ya Ramadhan. I was truly honoured to pray there and thank god for the given chance and break the fast there too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390428445697586578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Ss6mHJT3NZI/AAAAAAAAAdA/YesLlPFkmdY/s400/img020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.happinesS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is the feeling every minute that you need to feel happy :) I was born with happiness or I say, I'm a happy person. I have full of happiness in me. Actually I'd like to describe "what I am" not "what I do". When I was a little girl I was the centre of attention because I was adorable :) That's happiness. Spark between husband and wife. You know better. To live balance in life, thinking, teaching, blogging, working out with breath-synchronized movements systems, loving, feeling loved by loved ones. Just can't wait to lift-up working out in yogilattes class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4.secretS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's the 4th word, secrets are secrets, can't tell anyone :) be transparent, be yourself whether your status had changed to mother, wife, sister, you were born a baby, you are still you. Like a friend of mine, bestfriend, she asked me how I was going to get married, what if my husband know that I am so stubborn, what will happened? The moment she said that, I know she is my very bestfriend. She had revealed my secret. I like that she knows me til that spot. I highly appreciate her concern. Like my mother also, we were at tea time, my mother in law offered my mother "dodol", the sticky jelly almost like gummy but can swallow- sweet things, my mom said no and thanked her because she's wearing a denture, there is no secret for her, but I saw others smiled but the conversations become more livelier because it became more opened to everyone to reveal their secrets .Then someone said my mom is still had a nice body for her age, and my mother in law added that because my mom was a matron in a hospital, then my dad counter honest phrased, she was not physical matron but she was a dental matron. She was good in teeth only not body. The crowd laughed and continued talking about their secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4.motherhooD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Motherhood is nice, people respect me, hehe being a little sister, I respect the elder now the kids respect me. Motherhood is a complete woman's cycle, but not really whether you are an aunt or mak cik/auntie, you are in the mother level, that's the cycle. You are the source of love, you get by giving more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-1938569684984832950?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/1938569684984832950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/10/give-me-five-words.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/1938569684984832950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/1938569684984832950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/10/give-me-five-words.html' title='Give Me Five ( Words)'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Ss6u9zpy5RI/AAAAAAAAAdI/MSEgEiB6eak/s72-c/Five+Words+Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-5565691794712777436</id><published>2009-10-02T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:38:10.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby loves Family'/><title type='text'>Success (Steven Spielberg), Untitled ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't think of a better title. Oh...Hope the title leads you to more understanding of my entry :) First off, I had a very good Eid-ul Fitr. I was hybernating for awhile :) can't help, like trees for months in a year just to escape the brutally cold winter. Especially during ramadhan hybernating conserves energy that's how I'm laying back as I'm sharing energy with someone in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;During festive days, my eyes are so heavy, in the car, I snoozed fast like a screen saver but at least screen saver wakes easy when the mouse is moved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now I'm back, awaken, eyes wide opened. Ready to hook to the keyboard, would like to be hooked at the piano keys though with Richard Clayderman's melodies, so soothing leads to relaxation. What goes around, comes around back to hybernating lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387918687299239282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SsW7f-so_XI/AAAAAAAAAcM/X5aeFmnIyqM/s320/386.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Back to the success of my brother who I am proud of. He is in the newspaper cutting. He made the right decision to learn foriegn (Japanese) language to further his study. His English was average after 11 years like all of us learnt in school. He knew his weakness and yet wanted to further study in overseas, he chose Japanese. He made history in a big Japanese organisation in Tokyo after had studied in Hiroshima.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now his daughter continues to master Arabic language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387918068177756578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SsW678Sk4aI/AAAAAAAAAcE/pHYgeNL1mdM/s320/402.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My younger brother's ambition was to be Steven Spielberg, after saw the movies ET, Goonies, Raiders of the Lost Ark. When he came up to be a films producer, first time I heard that in the circles of family members. Til now,I have never heard among youngsters I've hanged around with, wanted to be films Producer, that means, he was genuine in his thinking but he had ended up an Engineer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In Asian culture atleast in my family as I see, success is not what you are today but the children continues to be success that counts. If not so,they made their success that lead the generations, they make their name famous in a way, having a book eg : Herbs Dictionary leads to a new coming book, conducting class or being an owner to well known Restaurant or Merchant's place for the generations to continue. Or having a genuine classic way of living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Having materials showed success in some ways, for having associations with the people like that is some kind of success too :) Let them think we are less, that's a reversed soothing psychology or what. Whatever makes you happy that is a success in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My dad didn't succeed in the blogging world, the world out there is much interesting for him. Outing, sipping coffee outside, heading to the city is still is his cup of tea. For those who had been in the blogging era, congratulations as this ways you all had shared the outside world with others here. New things are here to explore together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;by the way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My husband just started blogging, not many posts posted in his blog but his view complete profile amazed me " He inspired by &lt;a href="http://chedet.co.cc/chedetblog/"&gt;che-det &lt;/a&gt;blog number of visitors, he starts to blog, trying his luck to emulate that ex-numero uno, top banana, big kahuna dude". Good luck to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-5565691794712777436?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/5565691794712777436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/10/success-steven-spielberg-untitled.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/5565691794712777436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/5565691794712777436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/10/success-steven-spielberg-untitled.html' title='Success (Steven Spielberg), Untitled ?'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SsW7f-so_XI/AAAAAAAAAcM/X5aeFmnIyqM/s72-c/386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-7448516812694562344</id><published>2009-09-13T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T12:30:25.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby on Weekends'/><title type='text'>Food for thots during Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My taste buds is kind of different kinds. I would go for delicacies of cow brain, cow tongues...I know it didn't sound very delicious but it is delicacies that I'm into more than goose liver or cow liver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I got that kind of taste buds from my dad. We could be Carnivors and Herbivors. He would prepare bone merrow soup for our festival. Grilled cow stomach with chillies juice with lemon or tamarind extract. Supposedly reading about food, you would be drooling but not this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We would go miles to find squid eggs cooked in coconut milk. That's was my childhood taste bud that I carried it til now. Off course as I grew older with changes in my taste buds, I mingled with friends, relatives of different background. That's how I picked up various food. I fell in love with fish Cod grilled or broiled. I remembered I went out with my parents and brother, she had Cod, her lips swollen as she is a fish oil alergy. We also had raw oysters was very good then scallops. I could still taste them on my lips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When travelling with my brother or husband, we usually had Japanese food, sea urching will be ordered first. Then escagort in Tapas ways of setting we would go next. If it is in Europe wild mushrooms was must have either breed salmon or wild salmon, we care only food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After my gym we stopped for avocado juice and crab salmon meat as we wanted to maintain healthy right after the worked out but later on, back to normal, coconut rice, mee curry were on the lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381160509970138770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Sq24-SQhRpI/AAAAAAAAAbk/uUUajNWKjPA/s320/Copy+of+IMG_3254%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During ramadhan we supposed to be moderation in our food desire but as human being, it went the other way round, more desire not just on eating but feasting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We family sat at the living were thinking of what to have during breaking the fast. I told dad, how about ox tail soup, dad was excited but going low and said you guys go ahead for it as it is good for those who are not affected in their blood. It means the blood had affected with the unnecessary mineral like too much sodium that caused high blood pressure. Then countered my mom said when it is affected it is too late like you(dad) and she corrected like us. I was kind of feeling pity of my dad when mom said like that to him but he smiled and said it is true. He said his breakfasts every morning in those days were half boiled eggs, french toast bread with egg sugar jam (sri kaya) at Kopitiam. If it's not half cooked eggs, he would take coconut milk rice with spicy anchovies or indian bread with lamb curry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My dad is a high taste person, he was brought up in an educated family that was not poor or rich. He went to Malay College KK (MCKK) the best state high school consisted with high end students of big shots parents. The problem was according to my grandpa who was a high school Headmister, my dad came back from the school breaks with demands new things everytime, the first time was he wanted a camera then went on with branded sport shoes. Grandpa said that he sent him to the best school to be groomed to be somebody academically as he himself was qualified for it, supposedly to study hard in academic not to learn fancy stuffs from his peers. Sighing late grandpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My dad always wanted the best for me, he got me an Alba watch when I was in early primary school. Most of my friends used Mickey Mouse watches or cartoon characters brandings. I wasn't satisfied as friends said I wore my mom's or somebody's watch everytime :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mom had an opposite lifestyles where she got the biggest size shoes from 7 years old til 12 years. She was like a cartoon herself, she said with a bigfoot that she had to wear them for 6 years, but that was the vision of my maternal grandpa to buy one pair of shoes per primary school life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay back to family gathering at my parents' living room...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381150059466994690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Sq2vd_GaNAI/AAAAAAAAAbM/EPM4q4RdRGs/s320/DSC08102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After prepared basic dinner, we went out to look for something which is not easy to prepare at home. We went to the food bazaar at a mall. I saw dad was sitting at the Teppanyaki bar as if he was waiting for the food to take out. I walked around and got myself Char Kuey Teow, chinese fried flat mee. Mom was strolling and searching. Then I saw dad at the Hong Kong Duck rice with shrimp dumplings and asked him what happened to Teppanyaki, he told that they don't prepare take away. I was mumbling upsetting and kind of finding it hard to believe it take out or eat in is our choice. We went round and round then got home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During dinner, we really enjoyed it, I told dad better skipped this oilly gravy, as it better having the cholestrol in the crab than in an oilly gravy. Dad was just laughed. We were about to finished eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom with high voice said to my dad, " Here's your "cholestrol", you haven't eaten, just now you insisted me line up in a long queue for it, better finish it. It was sticky rice, coconut filling, mom called it dad's cholestrol. Poor guy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381150046019740706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Sq2vdNAVZCI/AAAAAAAAAbE/4557ElxQ09A/s320/DSC08101.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While I am typing this, I got a text message from my mom asked me about my plan for our festival. I paused typing and called her, she is at the Mall waiting for my dad shopped for Dockers pants, I said wow dad was really looked forward to our festival Eid ul Fitr, then I asked mom, what has she got there then, she said nothing, I continued get something would be enjoyable than just waiting for dad to shop. She told me earlier on that she did not plan to buy new clothes as she's going to wear the previous clothes she had that she seldom wore and some my sister had bought for her. That was a formal traditional suits, I guess she supposed to get something casual blouse atleast one or two, then she finished the conversation with Cashy none because now try Economoney :) Oh mom sweet mom :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-7448516812694562344?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/7448516812694562344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/09/taste-buds-for-healthy-bods-high-taste.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/7448516812694562344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/7448516812694562344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/09/taste-buds-for-healthy-bods-high-taste.html' title='Food for thots during Ramadhan'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Sq24-SQhRpI/AAAAAAAAAbk/uUUajNWKjPA/s72-c/Copy+of+IMG_3254%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-4232650961338989998</id><published>2009-09-01T07:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:04:45.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby on Weekends'/><title type='text'>Celebrity and Washed Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Spxz5_6BrLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/WpVXXlhInDQ/s1600-h/n574018943_1160616_1166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376299495418080434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Spxz5_6BrLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/WpVXXlhInDQ/s320/n574018943_1160616_1166.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is about double meaning of washing hands for cleanliness or the hygiene for H1N1. As it is vital to wash hands and shower after lingered outside in the public places as prevention is better than cure. As for this post is about wash hands like rubbing two hands as if a relief emotion after a task has been done and also washing hands before eating. I am not sure to demo the exact gestures, the story goes like this as in the picture of my dad with his last kid, my brother. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad who is a caring person and also a concerned one towards his children. Being a father of many kids, he could not wait til the last kid to finish university and get a job, so that he could lay back and relax, relief of a so called the tasks were finished. Though that was his intention to wash hands (I've got the idea of wash hands from himself as I observed his gestures when chatting with friends, relatives or peers on us) but he goes on with his caring character waiting for my brother to have his own house as marriage is secondary, well my brother already owned a house now then my dad would be relief and yet he is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time goes by, I have many nephews and two nieces but the two nephews who lived next door that is a new task for my dad by choice. The task gets going and the going gets tasks :). My dad is still can not put his hands together or to express the phew!! finished! and let them hanging relaxed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sweats to make sure the two grandkids of next door to grow up and finish school then he will be relieving a retired man! Our conversation during our holiday in an island, his own nephews who are my cousins said to him, Pak Long or Eldest Uncle, "you have nothing to think anymore, all is done by the children", my dad immediately counter that phrase that he has bunch of things to think about my nephews. He wants his hands are full of his grandchildren like sending to school, accompany them, taking them to places etcetera etcetera by choice could made him feel young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This all make me think of how our life would be with my kid, the task is there and will always be there and loving it. My husband does not dream to have free of task as in the beginning. A task make him multitasker in fact :) We have many plans for the kid and yet the plans come back to us, there is no way to make the task stop rolling, the task will only keep handing hands or changing hands maybe rest when we must, just to never quit. The tasks relate to another are there and will be less and get easy Godwill, insyaAllah, only one choice is to raise two open palms together to pray for it from Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376298033707375666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Spxyk6nCXDI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Rxk29Zd0T0k/s400/sititranskripsipostertc5.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;And I have another side story of washing hands. We family, together with my parents went out for a movie. We bumped with a country number 1 singer Dato' Siti Nurhaliza with her husband. My dad was so excited that he got a chance to shake hands with them. On the way home, my mom said to my dad that my dad would not want to wash his hands ever as he shook hands with the beautiful celebrity but my dad said he would wash his hands clean as he didn't shake hands with Dato' Siti Nurhaliza (photo above) but he only did with her husband, sighed :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question, was my mom being jealous :) Naaah...don't think so :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-4232650961338989998?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/4232650961338989998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/08/celebrity-and-washed-hand.html#comment-form' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/4232650961338989998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/4232650961338989998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/08/celebrity-and-washed-hand.html' title='Celebrity and Washed Hand'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Spxz5_6BrLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/WpVXXlhInDQ/s72-c/n574018943_1160616_1166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-2728089732184500507</id><published>2009-08-18T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:04:23.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Thots'/><title type='text'>Think Practical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like to have some people that I can look up to with full admirations, because I find it contagious. My previous experience was to look at people who lives independently like some friends I have. I adore them, took them as my back up plan in life. At the moment I thought of that, I was slowly heading to where they are. Once I was in it, I didn't like it. It was not me to be independent, I like to be with people. I had the chance to live on my own in an empty house belonged to my parents but I didn't like it. Sure I tried to live for few days there then I came back to my parents'. I rather stayed with parents whether they like it or not. I love to be with a family and I prayed that I have a family of my own. That's how it worked for me. I have my own family by praying to have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371186470963650178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SopJozgsHoI/AAAAAAAAAYU/J069EAtne9U/s200/DSC08051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I admired my sister's house that is very cosy and western's style. The nook where she has for breakfast that she loved it the most of the house. I loved it so much too as we are asian hardly to find a nook in a kitchen, I love lounging at her nook by the windows at the fountains where the koi fish swim and hide under the water plants. I was admiring and thinking one day I should have one nook like a western house has a bar with stools you know what I mean hehe, I have one now in my dry kitchen. Small one as in coffee shop and I love it. The plain nook gives me desire to cook while talking to the people sitting there make things colourful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My car was stolen. I didn't have a car for sometimes, I was worried to have a new one because my brother would think that I am independent and he didn't have to worry to bring me for lounging with his friends. I wanted to follow him to spend the weekends because I know most of his friends. They always hangout in group, with me in was not a crowd at all, I didn't know he liked it or not as long I was out from the house :) Though I delayed to buy a car as the focus was having a boyfriend who fetches me with a nice car, the pressure of buying a car was there coz I was working in a department that the colleagues were fresh graduates. Every two or three months, one colleague bought a new car then another colleague who I hanged around with bought for her parents and she was getting married. Back in my mind, I had to buy a car though we were surrounded with cars that I can borrow. Now I have two cars, one is a dream car and I'm trying to let go the one that I bought by need. As I drove the need car, the dreamed car overtook me, I thought of having the dreamed car. I told my mom, it is possible right to have that one quote unquote... When you have a car, you are not just a car owner but a driver and now I have to dream that I am a passenger in my own car whenever I like it:) Only then I get to sit and enjoy the ride. I hope you observed that I mentioned a passenger in my own car. I just have to becareful of what I'm wishing for. Be specific as God will grant you definitely Godwill, with the help of my parents' prayers as well. My sister used to teach me how to pray, With tears should you tag ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My parents always had the idea to be served, I guess they were tired of serving though we had helper while we were little. They didn't like stranger as a helper in the house but they like to be served. Their lifestyle turned up different than others. They were always having meals outside in a nice or not nice restaurants. That's how they like it. And they deserved it. All in the states of mind, I guessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mmm what else hehe...I'm digging out, what's happening is really happened. I guess now I'm back admiring people with a happy family who lives in a nice place so that I will be in it. Well I am in it just to think practically having it and feeling it. Or maybe imagine myself having a daughter as my best friend, cool ya :) Like my mom and my sister or mom with me. Or being a good writer with good grammars and good vocabs. Oh...Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-2728089732184500507?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/2728089732184500507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/08/think-practical.html#comment-form' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/2728089732184500507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/2728089732184500507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/08/think-practical.html' title='Think Practical'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SopJozgsHoI/AAAAAAAAAYU/J069EAtne9U/s72-c/DSC08051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-5271426136585783176</id><published>2009-08-10T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:03:44.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Life'/><title type='text'>The Wrap-Up Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SoDe4QDhrJI/AAAAAAAAAXU/C1RQAWjZfio/s1600-h/breakfast.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368535813789428882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SoDe4QDhrJI/AAAAAAAAAXU/C1RQAWjZfio/s200/breakfast.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;August is in the second half of a new year 2009. It has been good with little things, and has yet the biggest deal or event to come after the biggest one that was having a nice "Breakfast at Hartamas" while listening to this song "To Love Somebody". You are right Michael Bolton, it is nice to love somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was young, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My fondest wish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was a marriage, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that could be this good,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That breakfast didn't happen at Tiffany,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the one with you to cherish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 77px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 103px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368549424397981410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SoDrQfheluI/AAAAAAAAAXs/bXXXqsVx3sE/s200/fly.JPG" /&gt;I reminisce this trip as the better trip as yet to come, it will never be the better one I guess, as it is the best ever had.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 98px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368546891578992514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SoDo9ECX54I/AAAAAAAAAXk/5bdU_zr2TOo/s200/beauty+queen.JPG" /&gt;I wanted to achieve the best career minded employee before I leave. So there I was the best beauty queen hehe... among the best. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368581032228576786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SoEIAT3iXhI/AAAAAAAAAX0/4OW_jYuQACs/s200/Copy+of+DSC08006.JPG" /&gt;Since I've haven't got a new news to break, I cherished the view infront of my ngaji school. I go to school every morning and I'm loving the views from there every minute. Sometimes I didn't want to blink my eyes coz didn't want to miss a thing :) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368582839443135810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SoEJpgREHUI/AAAAAAAAAYE/KJdm5F1437w/s200/snapshot20090417113100.jpg" /&gt;Though sometimes I missed this road, I am keeping in touch with the people who still use this road and making plans to see them.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368582515012758114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SoEJWnq1amI/AAAAAAAAAX8/nToWpd1auwE/s200/053.JPG" /&gt;I have no choice but to cherish the view every minute while driving to school, it's the beauty of God's creation all around me. I managed to snap the photo while driving, it is really a joyride experience. The view from my passenger's window was just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368585007767322146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SoELnt51fiI/AAAAAAAAAYM/jtlGoRSZu-c/s200/DSC07344.JPG" /&gt;I was making time to visit Kenny Roger's outlet, but never been to one here near my house. I've baked Kenny Roger's chicken in my kitchen then, tasted almost the same, otherwise I adjusted my tongue to taste it good:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been eight months in the new year, I've set the goal and yet the goal is taking its sweet times to arrive. My part is to pray and hope. Cherish vs Wish are both winners. That's the mid of wraping up of a new year. I have four months to go to get what I wish. When the time comes, I will put it as a headline :) Meanwhile I will cherish every moment and keep wishing and praying so that the real Wrap-up of the year ends with a happy note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-5271426136585783176?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/5271426136585783176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/08/wrap-up-show.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/5271426136585783176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/5271426136585783176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/08/wrap-up-show.html' title='The Wrap-Up Show'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SoDe4QDhrJI/AAAAAAAAAXU/C1RQAWjZfio/s72-c/breakfast.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-127547548143660568</id><published>2009-08-05T15:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T12:39:41.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Dreams'/><title type='text'>SS2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Snk_ax7tVII/AAAAAAAAAWs/IiwatiahrSw/s1600-h/8afc193d5a1b2ef4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 95px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366390160301577346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Snk_ax7tVII/AAAAAAAAAWs/IiwatiahrSw/s200/8afc193d5a1b2ef4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sunway Pyramid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since Aidil Fitri is approaching...somehow SS2 is on my mind tho I've written this entry long time ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I start with SS2, SS2 started it all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SS2 or Petaling Jaya was first developed by the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="United Kingdom" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_Kingdom"&gt;&lt;em&gt;British&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; on the former 486 hectares Effingham Estate. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;SS2 is located in Petaling Jaya (commonly called "PJ" by locals) is a &lt;a title="Malaysia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malaysia"&gt;Malaysian&lt;/a&gt; city originally developed as a satellite township for &lt;a title="Kuala Lumpur" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kuala_Lumpur"&gt;Kuala Lumpur&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I came from up-North of Malaysia. The country is almost like an island itself but connected at the border of Thailand. My accent is like non-city girl speaks as almost every word ending up with kap sawa di kap baq. My dad was doing business from constructing to rice-mill, once his name was on the rice packet that I was proud of. Mom was in the Ministry of Health got me an idea that I had to put on braces like girls in the Western Sit-com series, Growing Pain, Family Ties, The Walks of Life that I watched every evening. Since mom was a state Dental Matron, my stubborn teeth were done there. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was brought out for occasional vacations. As I was told that we were heading to KL, I actively jumped with packed bag ending up in SS2 not KL. SS2 was Kuala Lumpur to me then. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SS2 lived two beautiful couple with many kids scattered near and far. Not just SS2 inspired me, the people who lived in there. When I was back in my home up-north after a short visit in SS2. My mind wandered to live in PJ, to be a city girl, studied in Assunta a city high-school. Well I did go to Assunta after many years dreaming of it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Same thing happened when I watched movie or series Beverly Hills, Back to the Future or ET, I wanted to go to the USA right away but to live in KL, it took some thoughts lingered on. Sure I've been in the States with a grown up mind :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;SS2 has up-to-date stuffs like McDonald, Pizzahut, Seven Eleven, I didn't wish the lists of franchisee to be up-north, I wished I'd move to SS2 to enjoy the outlets there. My dream came true, we got a house in Sunway, Petaling Jaya where the Pyramid is just a few blocks away but make BB a home. There we live, the most visited place was still SS2. For our festival, SS2 was our hometown to be first to visit. It is the most memorial spot and it contributed a lot of who I am now, it associated with my mind. For specific reason SS2 is my address that I filled in a form recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May I start again, SS2 lived a beautiful couple who are my Auntie-Wa and my beloved late Uncle-Wa. My Auntie is moving to the north, that was the last I heard after she lost her husband. I thot this cannot be North-SS2-North. It has to be North-SS2-SS2. They are my inspirations and I love them dearly. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366391413626672834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SnlAju7slsI/AAAAAAAAAXE/pHSQSUkR1Tg/s200/fd131723cb0fc9c0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sunway Pyramid, PJS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-127547548143660568?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/127547548143660568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/08/ss2.html#comment-form' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/127547548143660568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/127547548143660568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/08/ss2.html' title='SS2'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Snk_ax7tVII/AAAAAAAAAWs/IiwatiahrSw/s72-c/8afc193d5a1b2ef4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-8051546650778786778</id><published>2009-07-29T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T17:49:20.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Bites'/><title type='text'>JigSaw Puzzles of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Sm_hFjsBmPI/AAAAAAAAAWk/mQ6HIx7qLrY/s1600-h/IMG_0660e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363753166817040626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Sm_hFjsBmPI/AAAAAAAAAWk/mQ6HIx7qLrY/s200/IMG_0660e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I gladly found a joy piece of excitement to assemble in my mind that my brother in a photo doing headstand-pose. He did it while he was in our neighbouring country recently. He was in casual wear touring and was not in fitness gear to prepare the headstand-pose. He knew better that he supposed to do BabY-pose right after Headstand-pose to overcome the fear combined relaxation the nerves back to normal. Some said to stand on the head is unnatural but head is down is so much natural as an embrio in feotus during eight months cycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I'm enjoying the joy, suddenly I lost the unexpected piece of news, it was about my former fitness exercise student had passed away for good. She had enthusiasm to get fit for living and she had gone suddenly at the age almost 50. It was great to teach her and she came early before I was ready. It really saddenend me after receiving a call from my mother to aknowledge a loss of a friend to mother and a neighbour who gave friendly gesture to the neighbouring area. She will be in my thoughts and prayers always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Teaching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile-find.g?t=i&amp;amp;q=synchronicity+of+breathing+and+body+movement+exercise"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;synchronicity of breathing and body movement exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; was enjoyable turned sour after learnt about my student. I used to instruct physical exercise by the swimming pool and that too I wondered the owner of the pool liked it or not that I turned her pool garden to a studio one time. The owner came to join though most of the time didn't show up in most of the class and yet was around to observe the class which I didn't mind. I'm recalling at this moment how it started to teach fitness exercise and die healthy, that's not all my intention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm flashing back, way in the beginning before the loss pieces of puzzle had lost that was passion brought instructing the non-English speaking westerners and my edited speech turned up as said here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Babypose and it will be my pleasure to conduct this first physical exercise session with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we start, let me quickly brief you about a few things that might be of general interest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as it goes for clothing: There is no specific dress code, but the general rule is to wear something that does not restrict you even in extreme movements. For the ladies: You might want to cage your breasts a bit as gravity reverses during upside down positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exercise is done barefooted, so be aware of the fact that your toes and nails will be visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to personal exercise equipment I suggest to invest at first in your own fitness mat. Other than that please bring a towel to the classes, which will be used to assist in some postures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to issue a few cautions, as there are some conditions where this physical movements can have unwanted consequences. Please consult with your doctor if you suffer or suffered from cardio vascular conditions including high blood pressure, heart attack and stroke, history of joint problems, serious neck and back problems, glaucoma and hernias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tip for the ladies again: You can practice the exercise during your menstruation, but I suggest to avoid inverted positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any questions? No? Ok, then I think we should start. So are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good! Our goal for today is easy. Calming the mind to start with, some common postures and relaxation to end with. I will demonstrate to you how things are being done, so you can watch me, thereafter I will instruct you step by step. I might need to assist individually and physical contact may be required please let me know if you feel uneasy about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go straight to calm down to get inner silence and some distance from the hectic outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit on your seat bone……………legs crossed to easy pose or lotus pose, hands on knees, shoulders relaxed, spine and neck straight, head slightly bend forward, eyes closed, breathe through the nose, tongue on upper gummen, jaws slightly closed, focus on your breathing, slow deep breathing….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life is too short for us to see, it is enough lenght who had passed away to rest in peace. &lt;em&gt;Al-fatihah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-8051546650778786778?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/8051546650778786778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/07/jigsaw-puzzles-of-life.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/8051546650778786778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/8051546650778786778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/07/jigsaw-puzzles-of-life.html' title='JigSaw Puzzles of Life'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Sm_hFjsBmPI/AAAAAAAAAWk/mQ6HIx7qLrY/s72-c/IMG_0660e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-6837323605832033026</id><published>2009-07-26T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:02:38.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby on Weekends'/><title type='text'>Flintstones Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Smw_hk-H10I/AAAAAAAAAVs/bX63LRwJ-QA/s1600-h/DSCN7836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362731102383888194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Smw_hk-H10I/AAAAAAAAAVs/bX63LRwJ-QA/s320/DSCN7836.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Long long time ago in the galaxy far far away, in the planet called earth, the villain ravana kidnapped the beautiful princess sita"... that was the latest unplugged movie or shadow puppet show that I watched recently. This is so complicated to tell story about it and my shoulders could go higher than my ears, I simply shrugged!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The wayang kulit or the shadow puppet show was popular during jurasic period when the electricity was not yet invented. And The Star newspaper had brought me to the theatre hall of the state university here to bring back the ancient entertainment to youngsters. Since it's been ages I was not in the cinema movie, whether didn't make time for it or it is just a married life derailed of the movie tracks. But going to the theatre at least took a break from the Alexander Graham Bell times .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The cloth screen represented the universe and the light from a bronze oil lamp, in front of the master puppeter cum storyteller threw magical flickering shadows onto it and took us away to a new anbient from the period of Thomas Alva Edison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How hard to bring back the unplugged movie or the Flinststones time here which is hilarious, the Bill Gate time I still favoured the most. It has to be synchronized it in time, sit back, magical flickering just a click away. Modern world suits me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I had scar that I can talk about. The internet was around but I didn't have the computer to get connected and had grabbed a magazine or a book, telephone line was cut, and been to the coffee shop to have face to face chat. If the scar bleeds again, or if its happened to be where I don't want to be, I viewed the situation like a child, like wanting things so much as I don't have to see the whole stairs, just take one step at a time. Desire leads you to the best of you, play whatever you want to play like a child leads you to a blogger, like two Wright brothers played flying or jump down to fly and became an airplane inventors. That's not bad :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 102px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362962859401023746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Sm0STnI2EQI/AAAAAAAAAV0/6pGh46mnC5U/s320/wing_man_sma.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wilbur Wright and his brother Orville had designed, built, and flown the world's first airplane. I'm proud of you and your mother too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wright from the start, and we are right here to write&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362973286305116658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Sm0byiYgMfI/AAAAAAAAAWE/GY4dzkz9gWk/s200/PG2-A.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;because of you the world just an airport apart...:) Wright? Write :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-6837323605832033026?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/6837323605832033026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/07/flintstone-time.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6837323605832033026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6837323605832033026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/07/flintstone-time.html' title='Flintstones Time'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Smw_hk-H10I/AAAAAAAAAVs/bX63LRwJ-QA/s72-c/DSCN7836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-3007550603506147532</id><published>2009-07-22T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:02:12.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby loves Family'/><title type='text'>Message in the Bottle II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SmbAJFnJ8QI/AAAAAAAAAVc/TmWR1ilYd14/s1600-h/viewphoto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 126px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361183668788916482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SmbAJFnJ8QI/AAAAAAAAAVc/TmWR1ilYd14/s200/viewphoto2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;People had gone to the moon and Yet, we are still figuring out what to do" - quoted by mY sister&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one is simply a message in the bottle,&lt;br /&gt;should I throw it in the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;and you may find it sooner or later or never...&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wrote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You looked pale in the haze,&lt;br /&gt;because you are on the powdery sand in the breezy wind,&lt;br /&gt;You look forward to the blue sea, but home is cozy and greeny,&lt;br /&gt;the busy bee is what you are to settle the balanced life on the land,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've been up to the sky for world throtting,&lt;br /&gt;you've settled your interest in the water world,&lt;br /&gt;Way in the beginning as I see,&lt;br /&gt;you've changed from baby to girly girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;You loved the four legged boy, that's the Teddy,&lt;br /&gt;you loved the ocean, your neighbours are turtles or dolphins, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;People loved the ocean but they don't have the gadget like you do,&lt;br /&gt;The first hand story from you will do enuf for them to sample the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;You may share it in written with the photos that you've taken,&lt;br /&gt;You were behind the picture that taken above,&lt;br /&gt;In the an open sea, beautiful straits, you find ocean is best to venture,&lt;br /&gt;some like the ocean afraid of the sun, some love the ocean and the sky above,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are as the rest, haven't gone to the moon,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you are living almost as high as the moon,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've been so quiet, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;no update in your blog that down my interest in here,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do I knock your door, hope this crooked poem may buzz ya, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;my sister :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-3007550603506147532?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/3007550603506147532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/07/message-in-bottle-ii_22.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/3007550603506147532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/3007550603506147532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/07/message-in-bottle-ii_22.html' title='Message in the Bottle II'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SmbAJFnJ8QI/AAAAAAAAAVc/TmWR1ilYd14/s72-c/viewphoto2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-5740861424075697636</id><published>2009-07-16T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:01:48.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby News'/><title type='text'>Late Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Sl7JBD_kzTI/AAAAAAAAAU0/3sOLOaQTJqY/s1600-h/mj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 199px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358941626706480434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Sl7JBD_kzTI/AAAAAAAAAU0/3sOLOaQTJqY/s200/mj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I tried to skip Michael Jackson but failed to do so. I let him came into my life long time ago and stayed with me til late to let it past. His concert, I have gone. His poster, I've pasted. His death I've received text message from my mother followed by husband, then friends. His album, I've listened. His progress, I've followed. His songs, I've learned my English. His cassettes of different covers same songs from my nanny had kept my mouth shut that she had gone out while mother at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MJ was a boy born normal and turned up an unique extraordinary grown boy. He made his way from anonymous to world wide famous. He couldn't &lt;strong&gt;Beat it&lt;/strong&gt; to his desire to have a new look every season. He was a&lt;strong&gt; Man in the mirror&lt;/strong&gt; saw a &lt;strong&gt;Black or White&lt;/strong&gt; up-close and personal . He couldn't be as &lt;strong&gt;Bad &lt;/strong&gt;as he commited in a &lt;strong&gt;Smooth Criminal&lt;/strong&gt; that made tons of money ending up a lot of debts I wasn't sure. He &lt;strong&gt;Heal the world &lt;/strong&gt;and sang &lt;strong&gt;We are the world&lt;/strong&gt; made it his name here. He was the &lt;strong&gt;oooh&lt;/strong&gt;...the&lt;strong&gt; ahhh&lt;/strong&gt;..the &lt;strong&gt;awwhhh&lt;/strong&gt; kid. He is a Michael Jackson who still rocks the world. The show of him will never over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The curious case that has yet to diagnose. Now I came to realise about him positively, I've written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-5740861424075697636?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/5740861424075697636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/07/late-michael-jackson.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/5740861424075697636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/5740861424075697636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/07/late-michael-jackson.html' title='Late Michael Jackson'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Sl7JBD_kzTI/AAAAAAAAAU0/3sOLOaQTJqY/s72-c/mj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-341674033696395460</id><published>2009-07-13T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:01:19.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby loves Family'/><title type='text'>MOM=SOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Slqe_3d0niI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xTHT7Ev-2bY/s1600-h/mother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357769526768606754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Slqe_3d0niI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xTHT7Ev-2bY/s320/mother.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SlqdhyKZfwI/AAAAAAAAAUc/QFEzHjEl3fw/s1600-h/DSC07833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357767910437256962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SlqdhyKZfwI/AAAAAAAAAUc/QFEzHjEl3fw/s320/DSC07833.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mother, no one bothers, just look at the camera, I want to have a picture of us together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the picture of us three and mom as usual is being mysterious and yet kind of slippery, can never be caught in most photos taken. She is getting wiser this weekend and she likes to keep it for herself but I'm broadcasting about it. Just a bit, not all of it, mom deary. Mother is in the picture behind the two palms at the palm trees in Langkawi. You are playing hide and seek eh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm writing this because you always linger in my mind and I always smiled when I think of what you told me " Dad was nagging about something and you just said to him that you can't hear him a thing but you could see that he's not happy with something because his mustache was moving up and down, out and in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you the best wishes, happiness on your coming birthday and may I remind you that life is a gift, let's giving it with full thanks, gratefulness this time with a big cake with many candles. We do it with friends around, grandkids, as well as relatives and you are the centre of attention. Deal? I doubt it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Dad, you have the best woman on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom, You little camera shy but you're my greatest SOS. I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-341674033696395460?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/341674033696395460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/07/momsos.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/341674033696395460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/341674033696395460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/07/momsos.html' title='MOM=SOS'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Slqe_3d0niI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xTHT7Ev-2bY/s72-c/mother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-7803941134705998902</id><published>2009-07-06T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:00:57.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby loves Family'/><title type='text'>brother, You've got mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SlK_fcIfH-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/XeRHZAgyxEs/s1600-h/adik+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355553453745577954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SlK_fcIfH-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/XeRHZAgyxEs/s320/adik+-+Copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dearest brother you,&lt;br /&gt;here the picture of us two,&lt;br /&gt;I saw you online at yahoo&lt;br /&gt;immediately I typed hi to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i know that you're a busy engineer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when I worked with you, thot twice to go near&lt;br /&gt;I typed more than hi anyway&lt;br /&gt;and want you to acknowledge today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that my birthday is on the way,&lt;br /&gt;and asked you to send flowers&lt;br /&gt;in mind want to show it off husband that day :)&lt;br /&gt;and you said oh! okay, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and you paused a longer silence&lt;br /&gt;awaiting for the reply from you&lt;br /&gt;grinning and waiting,&lt;br /&gt;you know how i pout abrutly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when you messaged me,&lt;br /&gt;ok," I will tell mama what to do".&lt;br /&gt;ohhh big boy brother i asked u , not mama,&lt;br /&gt;brother, youre so cute, just missed you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-7803941134705998902?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/7803941134705998902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/07/acknowleged.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/7803941134705998902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/7803941134705998902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/07/acknowleged.html' title='brother, You&apos;ve got mail'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SlK_fcIfH-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/XeRHZAgyxEs/s72-c/adik+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-5122698008292042374</id><published>2009-07-03T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:06:07.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby&apos;s Born'/><title type='text'>Little Wonders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Sk2W5CW1INI/AAAAAAAAARs/j9HEbj2FN7M/s1600-h/img018+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354101438642725074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Sk2W5CW1INI/AAAAAAAAARs/j9HEbj2FN7M/s320/img018+-+Copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was fresh from heaven, protected in her mother's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354101446598454674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Sk2W5f_n7ZI/AAAAAAAAAR0/PvwiUR4sYDk/s320/DSC07318+-+Copy+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;She put something on like her mother used to put on her... like a babY and being protected in her mother's praYers :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May i post a song as well as it is better said than i...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let it go, Let it roll right off your shoulder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you know, The hardest part is over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let it in, Let your clarity define you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the end, We will only just remember how it feels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our lives are made, In these small hours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These little wonders,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These twists &amp;amp; turns of fate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time falls away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But these small hours,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These small hours still remain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let it slide, Let your troubles fall behind you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let it shine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until you feel it all around you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll get by, It's the heart that really matters in the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time falls away, But these small hours,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way i feel right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our lives are made, In these small hours, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These little wonders, still remain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I post it as my birthday month is this month, JulY, that's why...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-5122698008292042374?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/5122698008292042374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-wonders.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/5122698008292042374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/5122698008292042374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-wonders.html' title='Little Wonders'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Sk2W5CW1INI/AAAAAAAAARs/j9HEbj2FN7M/s72-c/img018+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-2107627551483235567</id><published>2009-07-02T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:59:12.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby loves Family'/><title type='text'>Emails from the Vault :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SkwXf3RIdoI/AAAAAAAAARk/ZP_lbFokxv4/s1600-h/snapshot20090702100859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353679893215868546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SkwXf3RIdoI/AAAAAAAAARk/ZP_lbFokxv4/s400/snapshot20090702100859.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey Autie,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I busy doing my english project for more marks on my EXAM. Its no biggy. I got some tips on study. first u must be relaxed, refresh &amp;amp; happy do study. In a bad mood can make u do some weird thing like a simple question u got it wrong &amp;amp; hard to figure it out when u accualy know these thing. I know this because one day I was mad because someone toke down my ads ads on my class SCIENCE bulitin board. So I made an investigation on this case. I went to look for my missing ads on science. I look every where it would be hiding &amp;amp; it took me 3days to find it in my locker @ school. Then I remembered that I took it off because no one was interested. I was embraresed with myself I was the person who stole his own things. Funny hmmm? So I think you will reply. Bye E-mail u later. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey Autie,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So how r u? Im fine. Thanks. I miss so much really!!!Sorry for not e-mailing or calling. I was busy with taking care of myself. Mak Cik left so I have to cook, clean &amp;amp; take care of my stuff and health. So I hope youre doing well. I having an exam so I might be away. But I will try my best to keep in touch with U. k? I have changed my e-mail address to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:r@go.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;@go.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:_@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;@hotmail.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; I just wondering if u have msn messager. I cant get YAHOO account because it said that I need an adult to sign me up. Mak Tok also said that she sent her regards &amp;amp; she said that she prays for u &amp;amp; wishs good health and happniess. I have a MSN account I made for me @ school. My typing skills have improve because my work for school always needs computers to do. Really annoying anyway but easier.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bye,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your nepfew,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I love you my nephew :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-2107627551483235567?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/2107627551483235567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/07/emails-from-vault.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/2107627551483235567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/2107627551483235567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/07/emails-from-vault.html' title='Emails from the Vault :)'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SkwXf3RIdoI/AAAAAAAAARk/ZP_lbFokxv4/s72-c/snapshot20090702100859.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-8938951022438920668</id><published>2009-06-28T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:58:49.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby on Holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>Bali-Feb 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SlGWqnxwyrI/AAAAAAAAAT8/AqJBbF7Ujs4/s1600-h/DSCN7083+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355227090896603826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SlGWqnxwyrI/AAAAAAAAAT8/AqJBbF7Ujs4/s320/DSCN7083+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm craving for a holiday, I just came back from one and now wanting for another. Is this normal having big appetite for travelling abroad especially.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Earlier on this year I stepped on the island of Bali, thots of sensual holiday, tourists, views, ocean, furnitures too... I thought of be really Bali..ed, more sensual I supposed :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of coz not forgetting of famous indulgence head to toe spa here... Deep thought of dinner out or candle light dinner on the beach by the bon fire:). Purposely watch movie in - on the couch or night movie out in the cinema, walk along the beach or along the market and paused for trading rupiah with souvenirs lol or common things like snapping photos. Feminine dress or casual as usual with accessories or be accessibled:) Slippers or sandals with big flowers on top. Hair down or up with big flower clip on as an island flower girl wink wink;) Have a drink outdoor at the balcony or at the cafe corridor, sipping one cup each or shared a glass of juice with two flexible straws :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again a flower slipped at the ear allowed moods whispering in... Sight seeing in Tanah Lot, Nusa Dua, Kuta and being seen at the Kechak dances and copycat the dance together:) Skip the temple statues, yet appeared at the tail of the eyes, scary&lt;_&gt; Mind runs, sure wonders and wanders...follow with body massage with strawberry oils or lavender oil of selected choice, breeze through an opened window, followed with avocado cream bath is a must in the magazine I read, one after another as wished, followed with hot flowers bath with lemon scents as deep wished granted hopefully... thought of going to Bali became reality. Be a Bali or be an exaggerating tourist lol..your choice here. Gotta be! A short stay yet a sweet experience, I must say:) "Sweet Bali with Honey Baby" Selamat Ya! Kunjung Lagi! .....Sudah Pasti akan Kem BALI ! Long for another hehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;As for now, we are heading to Fruits Carnival to buy Durian :) Have a nice day ahead!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-8938951022438920668?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/8938951022438920668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/06/bali-feb-09.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/8938951022438920668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/8938951022438920668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/06/bali-feb-09.html' title='Bali-Feb 09'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SlGWqnxwyrI/AAAAAAAAAT8/AqJBbF7Ujs4/s72-c/DSCN7083+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-4155132801783580708</id><published>2009-06-24T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:58:12.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Profile'/><title type='text'>Yes I'm a MommY</title><content type='html'>and am a makcik makcik too, like auntie auntie...:) The description of my profile don't go quite right for me now because I'm married. Wifey cum mommy and yet to maintain yummy to hubby and relatives and girlfriends :) The blog's name remains as I love baby...and I want a baby girl, Ameen. I have a side story of the above I said. I will write in a new post about it. Sometimes it's miracle but prayers from my parents is important. So I pray for what I want and I'm grateful for what I've got. Also remind my mother to keep on praying for me. InsyaAllah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-4155132801783580708?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/4155132801783580708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes-im-mommy.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/4155132801783580708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/4155132801783580708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes-im-mommy.html' title='Yes I&apos;m a MommY'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-4680091105183065216</id><published>2009-06-22T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:57:30.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Dreams'/><title type='text'>Papua New Guinea</title><content type='html'>I dream of Australia but my husband told me that the possiblity of a living in Papua New Guinea, an island near Australia, almost, before Oz hehe...but not Austolia hehe... oh Geography :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always want to live in overseas where the four seasons countries which I dreamt the most for a living not for home, just for an experience to live on. I've lived there once in Europe, even have a part-time job in a gym of an Old folks home which is a very nice experience. The golden girls and boys live in a condo like a normal ones here but with a different management. The management there are like caretakers whom the backgrounds are nursing edu, physicians etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is compulsory for the residents here to put on the emergency handband. One lady lives alone, most of them actually, she fell in the bathroom and couldn't lift herself up and that button on her wrist band where easy enuf to press in that kind of situation. The caretaker got the signal and rushed to help her at no time because they are in house service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The living in a condo like that, they don't feel like they live in a dorm or hostel, they have a nice apartment of many sizes, some live in a Suite if they can afford it. As normal people, some prefer to cook for themselves and even invite their kids or grandchildren to join for dinner or lunch or breakfast in the garden as they like. Some prefers lunch box to be delivered at their doors :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place provides parking space for those who drive and also busses to the cities, groceries stores etc and also trips to the lake during summer or to the hill during winter. That's the different culture where they've decided for themselves where their social money(EPF) should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papua New Guinea should be the tittle? naaa...hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-4680091105183065216?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/4680091105183065216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/06/papua-new-guinea.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/4680091105183065216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/4680091105183065216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/06/papua-new-guinea.html' title='Papua New Guinea'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-4179477711489038044</id><published>2009-06-17T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:06:26.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby News'/><title type='text'>World Ocean Day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SjhWumlJLBI/AAAAAAAAARE/S2jN9zXLbN8/s1600-h/aKmal+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348119916132772882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SjhWumlJLBI/AAAAAAAAARE/S2jN9zXLbN8/s400/aKmal+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It takes place annually on June 8th and created in 1992 to recognise the sea's importance as a vital ecosystem...hmm that I've read and also I've visited Sea Exhibition here, and the photos should be ready soon. La Mer is part of its partnership with Oceana to raise awareness for W.Ocean day. "La Mer" that I love caught my attention to read the article. So celebrate the Ocean day with awareness. Sea ya soon ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-4179477711489038044?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/4179477711489038044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/06/world-ocean-day-2009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/4179477711489038044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/4179477711489038044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/06/world-ocean-day-2009.html' title='World Ocean Day 2009'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SjhWumlJLBI/AAAAAAAAARE/S2jN9zXLbN8/s72-c/aKmal+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-3023417652848287782</id><published>2009-06-14T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:55:30.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>Nobody's blogging :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SjRKpMnDzkI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/zzfFeU4mBqM/s1600-h/DSC07609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346980729215766082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SjRKpMnDzkI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/zzfFeU4mBqM/s400/DSC07609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess they have so much to do things out there til no time to even sit and type, some told me out of ideas to blog, that's the most truth. Blogging is a good idea coz I came across an ad that we can print out the blog into a book eg a coffee table book as I have yet to have a proper photo albums and I think this blog will be one as the last resort. Of coz blog that I have is like nagging to some, rattling, rambling, aahh...like leave me alone one might say or keep all to yourselves hehe... As for me blog is an enjoyable once, I kind of keep it at distance at one point and I don't mind it now and also I will initiate or assist to do one new blog for some here, one will be a swimmer as he's signed up for a training course as a world swimmer, in that blog is about his groomin time for life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Photo posted of yesterday. Hmmm today is better than yesterday, InsyaAllah. For those, don't want to change today as today as good as yesterday :) All depends... Now is 8:38 am is time for breakfast yet some still sleep like a baby...yesterday I had cucur udang, what's coming for today, we'll see. Alhamdulillah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-3023417652848287782?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/3023417652848287782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/06/nobodys-blogging.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/3023417652848287782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/3023417652848287782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/06/nobodys-blogging.html' title='Nobody&apos;s blogging :('/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SjRKpMnDzkI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/zzfFeU4mBqM/s72-c/DSC07609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-4356423864716714748</id><published>2009-06-11T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:54:53.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Dreams'/><title type='text'>-AustoliA-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SjCAIrjEsEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/BsGYbStIUqw/s1600-h/img035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345913644305920066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SjCAIrjEsEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/BsGYbStIUqw/s400/img035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to make Australia sweet living place. Yes, I wanna live there. I must live there soon or now. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-4356423864716714748?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/4356423864716714748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/06/austolia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/4356423864716714748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/4356423864716714748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/06/austolia.html' title='-AustoliA-'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SjCAIrjEsEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/BsGYbStIUqw/s72-c/img035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-503352797651089996</id><published>2009-06-09T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:54:36.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby on Weekends'/><title type='text'>I wuz there :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Si5HciJembI/AAAAAAAAAPw/PAnUxoQLHKI/s1600-h/DSCN7708.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Si5HciJembI/AAAAAAAAAPw/PAnUxoQLHKI/s1600-h/DSCN7708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345288363263826354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Si5HciJembI/AAAAAAAAAPw/PAnUxoQLHKI/s200/DSCN7708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;at Penang Floral Fest&lt;/em&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Si5HcTTzTiI/AAAAAAAAAPo/oCSmrsLob1g/s1600-h/DSCN7707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345288359280594466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Si5HcTTzTiI/AAAAAAAAAPo/oCSmrsLob1g/s200/DSCN7707.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-503352797651089996?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/503352797651089996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wuz-there.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/503352797651089996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/503352797651089996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wuz-there.html' title='I wuz there :)'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Si5HciJembI/AAAAAAAAAPw/PAnUxoQLHKI/s72-c/DSCN7708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-7541968279348852164</id><published>2009-06-08T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:52:34.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home-Langkawi-KL-Langkawi-Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Si3kwfhhrqI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tRNMXhx9wAo/s1600-h/DSCN7757.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Si3ol5NQn3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/oJPCJjDtGNg/s1600-h/langkawi+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Si3hlrIUI8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/JvzlAqWbsJA/s1600-h/langkawi+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345176370107655106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Si3hlrIUI8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/JvzlAqWbsJA/s200/langkawi+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Si3hlN-E74I/AAAAAAAAAPI/wR7mVBe8bg4/s1600-h/langkawi+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345176362280087426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Si3hlN-E74I/AAAAAAAAAPI/wR7mVBe8bg4/s200/langkawi+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345124551449339378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Si2ydblbZfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BBiRr9Kftfs/s200/langkawi+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344888390352621346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SizbrC8TzyI/AAAAAAAAANU/45PPftEMdlk/s320/IN.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I felt like home all the way. I love the trip and the most was to KL :) its special occasion, unplanned but turned up the best, I love it this time, Hi-Tea at Hi-Place among the Hi Class people. Alhamdulillah. The whole trip was a home retreat as if we were testing the water how home would be in an island of lagends, we went out unplanned, visited Pak cik, dinner at his Lighthouse, went to buy stuffs, went out for tea, massage, strolled along the beach, swam in the rough wave:) took a flight to KL, went to the city and dropped by at eating place under the tree, relaxed by the pool when we felt like doing it as if we have our new routine, unsecheduled but great one, I was told at the end of the trip. I was more than glad to hear that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pak cik's house is beautiful and I admired it so much, the attraction concept whether the host like it or not but the repeat visitors will keep on visiting, for a glance or for a small chat there, located on the hill in the wood. At the edge as you enter you will pass the caretaker's house, compact cosy malay house, then past another malay house meant for visitors' of all around the world, then past the hall house built for Cook with Shook session, then you up there at the peak where the resort cosy warm welcoming home that every visitor will fall in love, and leisurely will return for sure! Some would have the imaginations to stay in Langkawi for good :) as it also crossed in my head to create the same kind of vibes to some of here where people finding us / nemo / for more without any invitation or initiate it :p. As always, nak mai lagi., that's the most familiar sayings here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-7541968279348852164?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/7541968279348852164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-langkawi-kl-langkawi-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/7541968279348852164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/7541968279348852164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-langkawi-kl-langkawi-home.html' title='Home-Langkawi-KL-Langkawi-Home'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Si3hlrIUI8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/JvzlAqWbsJA/s72-c/langkawi+061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-6435339377234694488</id><published>2009-06-03T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:55:38.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Wonderful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SiYV2226AwI/AAAAAAAAANM/fIC3GfMGUF8/s1600-h/baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342982040104600322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 57px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SiYV2226AwI/AAAAAAAAANM/fIC3GfMGUF8/s320/baby2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is the song that you are listening now in the background of my blog... Its beautiful song. I learned about the singer from Ocean Girl. I fell in love with this song " Life is wonderful" at no time. Some say life is short, make it sweet, but to me Life is forever as whatever today's doings are forever between the Creator. As goes to the saying Time flies actually, time takes time, as to become a better me today, from a babY to a girl to a ladY hehe... and time is here for me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Past, present, future but obviously the photos posted are all past. Past life relates to the future that is eternity. We wander to move on in life wonderously as Jason Mraz 's lyrics, one relates to another to make it present time livelY. Life goes full circle as you aware that's it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-6435339377234694488?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/6435339377234694488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-wonderful.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6435339377234694488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6435339377234694488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-wonderful.html' title='Life is Wonderful'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SiYV2226AwI/AAAAAAAAANM/fIC3GfMGUF8/s72-c/baby2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-7574946949493326663</id><published>2009-06-02T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T17:11:06.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couch Potato Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SiTcWLYCSfI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZEAGly38tFQ/s1600-h/DSC07492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342637331537086962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 74px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SiTcWLYCSfI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZEAGly38tFQ/s200/DSC07492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a couch potato last night as I watched You've got mail and some others. You've got mail is a light comedy movie. One point of my life, when I've got mail could be the happiest moment, some say carried away or overboard even reminded to put our feet on the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the movie, Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks. The shop girl's house is cosy especially her desk where the laptop is, nice comfy spot. A laptop and a nice desk like mine as in the picture mmmm as if we've got everything eg surfing, emailing, blogging :) It's not the desk, not the laptop but the "connect" to the world that makes our life a click away from others. Stay put but you are travelled away. Internet, is a need that I love, not forgetting airports that a port away to the world physically:), I like airports so much too, flying is the best way to travel especially with Malaysian Airlines. I miss those hot towels and welcomed drinks:) Yes madam, anything madam? Fish or chicken? Hmmm... Last sekali, the shop girl said I want it so much to be you, so badly... sort of. Hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-7574946949493326663?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/7574946949493326663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/06/couch-potato-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/7574946949493326663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/7574946949493326663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/06/couch-potato-time.html' title='Couch Potato Time'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SiTcWLYCSfI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZEAGly38tFQ/s72-c/DSC07492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-3692206838320225102</id><published>2009-05-31T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:35:07.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got flip-flops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SiHojuqXEfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Yv0ICk7o2HQ/s1600-h/DSC07468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341806333556888050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SiHojuqXEfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Yv0ICk7o2HQ/s200/DSC07468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ready for holidaying...the beautiful ones I've got from Batu Feringhi last night. Really girly, as some already knew, backless but not so flat sole and yes held loosely on the foot by a Y-shaped strap, mmm...like a thin-thong...I'm describing flip-flops okay or also known as selipar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the leather sandals that I want to wear them forever, that's why I chose leather...but that I had in Singapore last August, its Hush Puppies, and it suits me. That makes me think whether its worth or not the money trades with the rubber sandals that dries up our foot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are just flip-flops and I think so much of it til the past crossed back in my head that mom used to tell me as I like to have fancy shoes to school, high cut like guys shoes, branded ones as trend. Mom told that abahwan my late grandfather bought her shoes that last for six years, that means the biggest size that can be worn from year one til year six...that's the vision he had that one should have. Then cut them backless that can be worn as sandals. Not sure it true or not, must ask mom again about it :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flip-flops make me flipped the book about the past to flow the blog of the future. I just mind the present to enjoy the flip-flops that gives the mood to gateaway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-3692206838320225102?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/3692206838320225102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-got-flip-flops.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/3692206838320225102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/3692206838320225102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-got-flip-flops.html' title='I&apos;ve got flip-flops!'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SiHojuqXEfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Yv0ICk7o2HQ/s72-c/DSC07468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-2616458522812325707</id><published>2009-05-28T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:31:18.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta be SomebodY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Sh4v_Be93_I/AAAAAAAAALc/77fvtNQeafY/s1600-h/kmarini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340758967884570610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 27px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Sh4v_Be93_I/AAAAAAAAALc/77fvtNQeafY/s200/kmarini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're already a somebody! When you are a child, you are somebody to the parents, so this I realised from a friend known as Neen :) I would really want her to get into the rink, yeah in the blogging rink. And she said, 'fair.. i'm a reader, not a writer.. hehehe..(* baca tone macam lagu *)" sounded myterious and yet curious that short sentence shows she'd become a good writer...mmm... thinking a way to make her become really one here, so that I can be a reader too hehe... Guess Nickelback lyrics is so much true, we gotta be somebody to gain somebody, to be a friend for a friend, a sister to sisters or brothers...bloggers to readers :) Now you got me and I gotcha! Luv yall buddies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a listen here, rough tough guY yell out too...hehe...Nickelback!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwJoFrMzQpc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwJoFrMzQpc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-2616458522812325707?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/2616458522812325707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/05/gotta-be-somebody.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/2616458522812325707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/2616458522812325707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/05/gotta-be-somebody.html' title='Gotta be SomebodY'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/Sh4v_Be93_I/AAAAAAAAALc/77fvtNQeafY/s72-c/kmarini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-6824898390150982140</id><published>2009-05-27T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:40:05.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilot run</title><content type='html'>I just changed the settings of the blog as to welcome commentator , onliners to contribute ideas. Here I go to test 123...Hope its there for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-6824898390150982140?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/6824898390150982140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/05/pilot-run.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6824898390150982140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6824898390150982140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/05/pilot-run.html' title='Pilot run'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-7463626142307003392</id><published>2009-05-25T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T17:40:56.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On...'09</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm blogging again, blog is to compile out, what's up, what's down, on or off of me, easiest way for better silaturahim as well, Ocean girl is a blogger-my lovely sister, contagious! That's why I'm here...getting back after laid back for ages eg...paused to smell the roses of the real world...real life..talk face to face...listen...inhale...exhale...sigh...breathe:)...and now ready to type on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-7463626142307003392?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/7463626142307003392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/05/on09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/7463626142307003392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/7463626142307003392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2009/05/on09.html' title='On...&apos;09'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-8291048144995098341</id><published>2008-08-07T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:18:46.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMPLETE INTERESTS;)</title><content type='html'>Love between man and woman ahem ahem, coupleship, friendship, relationship, marriage, family. I admire few couples, eg my lovely friend and her better half, beloved maktok and abahwan, H parents-nice couple always together. My aunty and uncle - smart couple, same colors attires, presentable in any occasions, parents..dont mention it. I'm old fashioned person, according to malays tak elok puji apa yg kita ada. more INTERESTS to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-8291048144995098341?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/8291048144995098341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/8291048144995098341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/08/complete-interests.html' title='COMPLETE INTERESTS;)'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-2503305358806449341</id><published>2008-08-07T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T01:44:49.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d Movie</title><content type='html'>was ok, not worth watching. wanted to see with a, was full, with another a, was hot and long q, managed to watch with zh finally but a waste:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good effort tho...SIGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-2503305358806449341?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/2503305358806449341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/2503305358806449341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/08/d-movie.html' title='d Movie'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-3735325000530458016</id><published>2008-08-03T10:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T10:14:43.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIT</title><content type='html'>I'm an 100% Achiever. For those who knew me, would know better. I thank to Allah and my mom's prayers. Alhamdulillah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-3735325000530458016?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/3735325000530458016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/3735325000530458016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/08/hit.html' title='HIT'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-3988566071798561574</id><published>2008-08-03T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T19:00:49.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME OF HOPE</title><content type='html'>2008 Fundraising Dinner in aid of the rumah harapan for orphans. Held at Grand Ballroom, Sime Darby Convention Centre, Bukit Kiara. The speech was superb, I took home with it runs in my head still. The crowd was familiar as in the Sunday class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-3988566071798561574?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/3988566071798561574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/3988566071798561574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/08/home-of-hope.html' title='HOME OF HOPE'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-7617970045527702286</id><published>2008-08-03T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:34:30.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MESSAGE IN THE BOTTLE</title><content type='html'>Here is to get spread of mouths, could easily hurt feelings, could be news that already knew, wrong said could be already known, exposure of oneself, misleading self-imaging. So I watch what I'm going to post it here. So better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout, I'm telling you why, you readers finish it:) mm mm mm mmmmmm if only you knew. Doubt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-7617970045527702286?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/7617970045527702286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/7617970045527702286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/08/message-in-bottle.html' title='MESSAGE IN THE BOTTLE'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-6892841598120502037</id><published>2008-07-30T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:49:45.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop bY</title><content type='html'>I grinned (big teeth I have) from ear to ear over something today, wanted to post about it here. When got home, found that this blog got problem with attachment. Perhaps, next day, last day of July. Merdeka month begins. Freedom life is not my cup of tea. Was independent for awhile, back HOME again. Bapa wonders but never asked...fuel is not bigger deal...kut...crossed in his mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-6892841598120502037?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6892841598120502037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6892841598120502037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/07/drop-by.html' title='Drop bY'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-6690808996437518604</id><published>2008-07-26T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:29:22.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mY leaflet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SIvmQQEj5AI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mSrTpN6cKUA/s1600-h/4277224906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227524959359984642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SIvmQQEj5AI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mSrTpN6cKUA/s200/4277224906.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;traditional exercise for you &amp;amp; kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sunday 9am to 11am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SIrqizaL1gI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FOA5E5n7ff8/s1600-h/image007.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227248201153369602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="191" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SIrqizaL1gI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FOA5E5n7ff8/s200/image007.png" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; friday &amp;amp; saturday 10am-5pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SIrqYyBKhjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ReAyIdpR0M8/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227248028981298738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="121" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SIrqYyBKhjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ReAyIdpR0M8/s200/image006.jpg" width="98" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;healthy cooking class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by appointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Banana Wellness Centre&lt;br /&gt;2, Jalan Saroja 1C/1, Bukit Sentosa&lt;br /&gt;email: &lt;a href="mailto:babypose@ymail.com"&gt;babypose@ymail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-6690808996437518604?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6690808996437518604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6690808996437518604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/07/traditional-exercise-for-you-kids-on.html' title='mY leaflet'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SIvmQQEj5AI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mSrTpN6cKUA/s72-c/4277224906.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-1314460706710442848</id><published>2008-07-26T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:29:22.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SIrhR23WZ7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/qAfx9smMAro/s1600-h/f_02elephants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227238014418577330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SIrhR23WZ7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/qAfx9smMAro/s200/f_02elephants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taken from The Star, since the highway exists at Gerik. The lovely mother and baby scared to death to proceed the journey to the unknown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-1314460706710442848?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/1314460706710442848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/1314460706710442848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/07/concerns.html' title='Concerns'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SIrhR23WZ7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/qAfx9smMAro/s72-c/f_02elephants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-8165457208940911364</id><published>2008-07-26T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:29:22.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mY Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SIrApIKgTOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SVXJ1g6_MFs/s1600-h/DSC000501.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227202130315594978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SIrApIKgTOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SVXJ1g6_MFs/s200/DSC000501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moments, the people and the children. I cherisH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SIq_P_9SAhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zS8_HvL0pSQ/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;the gesture interests them, head turns when I say something, head turns when mom says something, they amazed among themselves...they dont look elsewhere. One of them is a Tahfiz student, my reference:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-8165457208940911364?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/8165457208940911364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/8165457208940911364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-inspiration.html' title='mY Inspiration'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SIrApIKgTOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SVXJ1g6_MFs/s72-c/DSC000501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-3281986790891114974</id><published>2008-07-25T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T01:13:17.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless at Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Yet yawning...another day tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-3281986790891114974?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/3281986790891114974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/3281986790891114974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/07/sleepless-at-home.html' title='Sleepless at Home'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-7798179950533387882</id><published>2008-07-21T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:29:23.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift from Kakak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SISV8it0uGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/B2Z83TrvfLg/s1600-h/IMG_3457%5B2%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225466335000311906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SISV8it0uGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/B2Z83TrvfLg/s200/IMG_3457%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i got an oven (the white oven in the photo, on the side is the breadmaker, the blue color mcm ricecooker - i selalu buat lee chee kang, coz some said that chinese herbs are good for blood circulation) i really wished for the oven. thanks sis, i love you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;sesiapa nak cookies/cake/roti/pizza, let me know:) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-7798179950533387882?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/7798179950533387882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/7798179950533387882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/07/gift-from-kakak.html' title='Gift from Kakak'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SISV8it0uGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/B2Z83TrvfLg/s72-c/IMG_3457%5B2%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-5165917602199369271</id><published>2008-07-19T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:54:01.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby on Holidays'/><title type='text'>Flash Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SIHMO0KU3JI/AAAAAAAAADU/29zolHWXGZ0/s1600-h/Close+encounter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224681597618674834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SIHMO0KU3JI/AAAAAAAAADU/29zolHWXGZ0/s200/Close+encounter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bangkok was the city I landed last weekend. I treasure the trip. Its a survival country, little things can trade with money, fast lane in imitation, I salute the alertness and how fast the effort copying job done - one look is Prada, second look is Proda hehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took a break there, I walked to Hard Rock Cafe Bangkok. I took cab to CakCuCak, I stopped for Boots stuff, I eyed things, I bought slippers, a mug, I grabbed chopstick set. I visited shops &amp;amp; Loft, I rode the skytrain. I thoughts of the Wats. I missed someone. I smsed loved ones in my country land. I was lead by a good companion. Someone read the map. I sat on Tuttut. I eat at Turkish. Someone crossed my mind. I captured photos with a baby elephant. I wished a ride on that sweet and slow motion animal. I left my footprint at the Siam Paragon and signature too, yes I used credit card oops!!!...I wore a nice t-shirt SOMEONE WHO LOVES ME VERY MUCH WENT TO DUBAI U.A.E. AND GOT ME THIS SHIRT:) I bumped to a stranger who gave compliment on the shirt. ahem ahem..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I'll come back with loaded cash in hand next time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-5165917602199369271?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/5165917602199369271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/5165917602199369271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/07/flash-back.html' title='Flash Back'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SIHMO0KU3JI/AAAAAAAAADU/29zolHWXGZ0/s72-c/Close+encounter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-3866270077052308635</id><published>2008-07-19T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:53:34.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby loves Family'/><title type='text'>Mama's BirthdaY</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday Mak. I know that your born day is not so important to you. But I just take today the 19th to wish you "the best of life is always be yours". Off course I got a tangible thing for you to proof how much it means of my wish:) I don't simply wish, I got you something, a Bonia handbag, its not much different, but its time for you to change the antique Braun Buffel bag that you are carrying now. Already busuk hehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you mak, I'm touched when I recieved sms from you which ends with Luv you Yang in every sms. I thank you for all your prayers. You are my sunshine, a best friend that never can be compared, an advisor-always came out with the best one, counsellor, consultant, a certified coach, trainer, a reader, a state dental matron pensioner, a mobile encyclopedia most of the most. I never heard you wish anything, you are contented with what you have. You have me and you have the best man on earth - Bapa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-3866270077052308635?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/3866270077052308635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/3866270077052308635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/07/mamas-birthday.html' title='Mama&apos;s BirthdaY'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-7651900353204453434</id><published>2008-07-14T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:53:09.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Home'/><title type='text'>HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;there is nothing better trip than a trip to home. Heading home is the most relief thing to do after being abroad. Touched down, unloading, unpacking, freshing up and lay down. Tho straight home is the best, but stopped by to celebrate my birthday with family n a friend came to join at Bora Asmara is more than gr8! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wuz there with an introducer:)...of Bora Romance! night time is nicer, I tell euuu..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-7651900353204453434?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/7651900353204453434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/7651900353204453434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/07/home.html' title='HOME'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-5584951846857706407</id><published>2008-07-09T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:51:15.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Dreams'/><title type='text'>SOMEWHERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SHTZ6LtTrSI/AAAAAAAAADE/a4t1Bs9c5YI/s1600-h/19A721050-BDF9-CC4E-EA57E409A38D0DD0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221037461627710754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SHTZ6LtTrSI/AAAAAAAAADE/a4t1Bs9c5YI/s200/19A721050-BDF9-CC4E-EA57E409A38D0DD0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BE THERE&lt;/span&gt; SOMEDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-5584951846857706407?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/5584951846857706407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/5584951846857706407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/07/somewhere_09.html' title='SOMEWHERE'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SHTZ6LtTrSI/AAAAAAAAADE/a4t1Bs9c5YI/s72-c/19A721050-BDF9-CC4E-EA57E409A38D0DD0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-6606562229787416446</id><published>2008-07-09T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:50:40.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby on Holidays'/><title type='text'>OFFLINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I will be away from my blog for a short while. Up north is on my way...Sawadikap, kap su kap hehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-6606562229787416446?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6606562229787416446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6606562229787416446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/07/offline.html' title='OFFLINE'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-771668881196557552</id><published>2008-07-06T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:50:04.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>Nitrogen Gas</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I used to drive a car that the tyres filled with nitrogen. I find it fuel saver than air. Nitrogen dealer is limited, only can be found at some workshops eg Sg Buluh and Petronas gas station. Aeroplane and F1 used nitrogen. Guess, I'm going to fill my tyres with nitrogen, its lighter. Before that, need to check out more details the pro n con. Yawning...goodnight!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-771668881196557552?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/771668881196557552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/771668881196557552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/07/nitrogen-gas.html' title='Nitrogen Gas'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-876988013209458682</id><published>2008-07-06T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:48:14.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>BuyNothingDay</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's on the 16th July declared by FOMCA but I started it last week, on Sat 28 as mY dear had made the mY saturday is the day without spending a cent as well as this weekend, except for my need of RM3. Urgent:) BuyNothingDay is a day to challenge yourself to switch off from shopping and tune into life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rules are simple, for 24 hours you will detox from consumerism and live without shopping. Anyone can take part provided they spend a day without spending! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks Kakak and the one! Guess when I'm around, the non-spending day became the other way round:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-876988013209458682?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/876988013209458682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/876988013209458682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/07/buynothingday.html' title='BuyNothingDay'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-6235746425768337839</id><published>2008-07-06T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:47:10.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Soother'/><title type='text'>Never Say Bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJ5aNRpxRCo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJ5aNRpxRCo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-6235746425768337839?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6235746425768337839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6235746425768337839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/07/never-say-bye.html' title='Never Say Bye'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-2548559802183280637</id><published>2008-07-05T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:46:43.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Arts'/><title type='text'>Flight View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SG-JonhYysI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jA_bohvFYDw/s1600-h/Condensation+Trail+k%C3%BCnstlerisch+Biz+Card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219541824042486466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SG-JonhYysI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jA_bohvFYDw/s200/Condensation+Trail+k%C3%BCnstlerisch+Biz+Card.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-2548559802183280637?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/2548559802183280637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/2548559802183280637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/07/flight-view.html' title='Flight View'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SG-JonhYysI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jA_bohvFYDw/s72-c/Condensation+Trail+k%C3%BCnstlerisch+Biz+Card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-5569323661298825339</id><published>2008-07-05T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:46:07.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby for Laughs'/><title type='text'>Sejarah Melaka</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sejarah penjajahan tanah melayu) harap kita semua dapat kesedaran di sebalik sejarah yang segaja tak didedah disebabkan agenda tertentu..Semoga dari pendedahan ini kita megambil iktibar betapa ketuanan melayu disanggah selama ini.....1908&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;alfonso de la boorg meyampaikan hasratnya kepada raja portugis untuk meluaskan pegaruhnya ke asia tenggara (melaka pusat perdangan asia tenggara ketika itu) dan juga laluan penting perdagagan timur barat, raja portugis bersetuju untuk menyediakan kemudahan bala tentera (158 biji kapal, 15300 (anngaran) bala tentera1909&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Portugis menhantar perisik ke melaka untuk megetahui keadaan kekuatan pertahanan disana Oct 1910 alfonso berjaya menawan melaka setelah berhempas pulas melawan 5 pahlawan melayu terhandal (hang tuah, hang lekir, hang lekiu, hang jebat dan hang kasturi) ini adalah mimpi ngeri bagi pihak alfonso, untuk menawan melaka serta berlawan dengan 5 Hang bersaudara, mereka perlu mendapat askar tambahan setelah 15k askarnya terkorban dalam pertempuran selama 6 hari itudengan 5 Hang bersaudara..akhirnya dapat juga menawan melaka setelah hampir kecewa dan putus asa...1912 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;setahun 12 bulan kemudian alfonso ingin meluaskan kekuasaannya kekedah dan p.pinang, yang ketika itu adalah pusat pegeluaran tebu untuk gula rantau ini,...feb 1912 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;alfonso menghantar perisik ke kedah dan pulau pinang untuk mengetahui kekuatan bala tentera di sana ( Kedah dan p.pinang) mengikut sejarah, perisiknya telah ke kedai kopi sekitar kedah dan pulau pinang untuk mendapat segala maklumat yang diperlukan... Semiggu selepas FEB 1912, Perisik balik ke melaka untuk memberitakan hasilrisikan kepada Alfonso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dibawah adalah perbualan percakapan antara perisik dengan al fonso yang selama ini cuba disembunyikan dalam buku sejarah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perisik 1.2.3,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;selamat pagi tuan ( sabil bertabik)al fonso selamat pagi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perisik 1 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Begini lah tuan, lupakan saja niat tuan untuk menawan kedah dan pulau pinang al fonso &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenapa kuat sangat kah mereka itu..? ( dengan nada marah danbongkak)Perisik 2 Untuk menawan melaka yang mempunyai 5 pahlawan terhandal Hangtuah, hang jebat, hang kasturi, hang likir dan hang lekiu pun kita kehilaganhampir 15k bala tentera, inikan pula kita nak menawan kedah dan perlis yangmempunyai beribu ribu hang..Perisik 3 Betoi tuan...antaranya hang sihat, hang buat apa, hang apakhabar, hang lagu mana, hang pi mana, hang nak p mana, hang singgah dulu,bapak hang,mak hang, adik hang, tok hang macam macam lagi hang ada katsana.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mendengar hasil risikan itu alfonso pun tak jadi nak pi serang kedah dan pulau pinang disebabkan pengalamannya sebelum ini bersama 5 pahlawan melayu melaka amat ngeri......ini kan pula nak berhadapan beribu ribu hang kat kedah dan pulau pinang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-5569323661298825339?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/5569323661298825339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/5569323661298825339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/07/sejarah-melaka.html' title='Sejarah Melaka'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-3849988865994491321</id><published>2008-07-05T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:45:26.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>USA Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Today is the free day for USA. They claimed their independence from Britain and Democracy was born. Every day thousands leave their homeland to come to the "land of the free and the home of the brave" so they can begin their American Dream. The positive sight of this day is the date is the today's date, the figure. As for the Chinese the number of the date is not so positive, but for the other side of the world is a fortune to them. Guess numbers are numbers:)Its all in the state of mind, the mindset, how you think it is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-3849988865994491321?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/3849988865994491321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/3849988865994491321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/07/usa-independence-day.html' title='USA Independence Day'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-1779743338224859462</id><published>2008-07-03T21:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:44:53.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby on Love'/><title type='text'>I love Guitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=589Mvlz6LWE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=589Mvlz6LWE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good on me too:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-1779743338224859462?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/1779743338224859462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/1779743338224859462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-guitar-good-on-me-too.html' title='I love Guitar'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-95652623740262547</id><published>2008-07-03T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:44:18.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Steps'/><title type='text'>FOCUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SGzZQV6SnJI/AAAAAAAAABM/XbEinPc6Aa8/s1600-h/horse01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218784942998330514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SGzZQV6SnJI/AAAAAAAAABM/XbEinPc6Aa8/s320/horse01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to remind me to focus, nothing else. Don't get distracted by the side views. Like a horse wins the race. As you can see, the eyes are covered on the side. Look forward...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-95652623740262547?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/95652623740262547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/95652623740262547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/07/focus.html' title='FOCUS'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SGzZQV6SnJI/AAAAAAAAABM/XbEinPc6Aa8/s72-c/horse01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-8083096923582969530</id><published>2008-07-01T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:43:18.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby&apos;s Born'/><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY MONTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Yes this month is my birthday month, I'm welcomed to the world this month hehe... I believe people who are born in the beginning of the second half year is the best month for them becoz it shows that I have the balance of life, half a year in the womb, half a year in the world. I live in two totally different world in the SAME year hehe.. its a good chance to have opportunity like me:D Sebahagian hidup dlm perut-safe, comfort zone and came out to the wonderful, colorful world...in the same year Actually, I wanted to stayed in the womd safely, so safe but I trust my mother will take care of me...anyhow hehe. Thats why I'm out here with full of love...I love you Mak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-8083096923582969530?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/8083096923582969530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/8083096923582969530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthday-month_01.html' title='BIRTHDAY MONTH'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-6053892626396463729</id><published>2008-06-30T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:41:59.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Bites'/><title type='text'>Today in History</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;the 30th of June is the peak of the mid of the year. It is in the centre of the year. Really in the middle of the 12 months but its the end of the first half year. Tomorrow is the second half year begins. Hope I define it which is good enuf to understand. Half year has gone with full of memories. Ends with a ticket from the DBKL as I simply parked my gadget (its cute how mY dear declared a car) at the yellow line. I told loved ones, one said don't let it bother me, it's like setitik nila rosak susu sebelanga if I get upset over it. Relates to my blog, the background is dark, the writing stand out quite well - just the opposite. Susu is white n healthy, nila ruins all:) Coz I live life to the most appreciations till it comes with kena summon. I panicked... and get over it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-6053892626396463729?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6053892626396463729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6053892626396463729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-in-history.html' title='Today in History'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-646077265883865199</id><published>2008-06-29T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:40:22.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Soother'/><title type='text'>Bonds of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_S2Tnuv4oQo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_S2Tnuv4oQo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Why are you so sad And why is it so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;When some one leaves you behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Won't you ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Don't you realize It's just a part of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;When you fall in love With some one some time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It's smile with a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oh falling in love With Allah....The bonds of love survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;No mountain too high when there's way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Come to Allah you'll never fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The truth's so close it shall prevail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Allah, we belong to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And everything we do We do it all for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Allah, always by our side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Guiding us to the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Everything shines bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;No matter day or night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-646077265883865199?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/646077265883865199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/646077265883865199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/06/bonds-of-love.html' title='Bonds of Love'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-6837839590140528174</id><published>2008-06-29T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:39:36.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby on Weekends'/><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;of the weekend. Another best new week awaits. My fingers stucked at the keyboard instead they are should be at the iron and my body against the iron board, housechores should be made up earlier. I delay it till late... as I went to meet up with my cute and witty nephew and presented him a gift for his new study desk. I'm thinking about a new concept of a lifestyle, some adjustment and yet interesting and improving. Again thinking and wishing, and Allah decides the best for me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;As for the moment, Spiderman movie on the side...printer can be used again, a comfy bed untuk bermimpi....Alhamdulillah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-6837839590140528174?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6837839590140528174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6837839590140528174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/06/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-6313582706148740581</id><published>2008-06-29T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:38:24.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby on Prayers'/><title type='text'>Thots &amp; Prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SGcvpG0SLiI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZxbcfgruV0s/s1600-h/100x100_01088e1c8e5435f95652de85bfd78136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217191076583058978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SGcvpG0SLiI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZxbcfgruV0s/s320/100x100_01088e1c8e5435f95652de85bfd78136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't go for dark color, black especially. Being in the dark is a must to be true to myself, believe in Do'a. When I think of a car driving through the night. The headlights only go a 30 - 60 meter forward, and I can make it all the way from wp to bb, driving through the dark, because all I have to see is the next 5o meter. And thats how life tends to unfold before me. If I just trust that the next 50 meter will unfold after that, and the next 50 meter will unfold after that, my life will keep unfolding-terus membuka haluan. And it will eventually get I to the destination of whatever it is I truly want, because I want it. Kisah benar, which I myself must believe it, it's been sometimes I've never been out of the country, the last was in 2006 to our neighbouring Jakarta. People around me travelled recently, I was wishing to get somewhere out of the country temporarily. The power of thinking that Allah grants me a ticket via an sms and a knock at the door, now I got a gateway ticket, to somewhere in the above photo posted. Im going as a "tourist abis", with a good companion, InsyaAllah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-6313582706148740581?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6313582706148740581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6313582706148740581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/06/as-usually.html' title='Thots &amp; Prayers'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/SGcvpG0SLiI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZxbcfgruV0s/s72-c/100x100_01088e1c8e5435f95652de85bfd78136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-2609091003259223030</id><published>2008-06-28T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:35:45.105+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Learns to Blog'/><title type='text'>At 3 Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I gawk and enjoy about this new blogging, editing, browsing, thinking, typing, clicking and posting, in short Blog cultivates mY inner innocence to surrender and letting go to the "untold" without jugdement or criticism as I just realised while creating the complete profile. I chose the dark background (as my conversation with "mY dear" this evening about at school essay thing given by a teacher) and I figure the ray of light will light up my life as in the photo...but not sampai burnt pulak hehe. Macammana, tak boleh stop typing, I must get a beauty sleep..., must sign out with a sweet good night. Till I type again...Yawn!!...mengUAP sangat ni....&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but I don't snore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-2609091003259223030?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/2609091003259223030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/2609091003259223030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/06/at-3-am.html' title='At 3 Am'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067443127199650718.post-6287377929015030082</id><published>2008-06-28T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:34:52.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Learns to Blog'/><title type='text'>The BABY Pose</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Create "Beginner's Mind" as I could view the world as a child and let myself be born anew. Guess, im typing my mind in a blog's somebody brainchild whatever it is I'm taking a baby steps to explore this unique womb which I got the brilliant footsteps from somebody. The child's pose that I love the most, it is also known as fetus or babYpose where the forehead rest gently on the ground, seat moves steadily on the heels and palms open to the sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067443127199650718-6287377929015030082?l=baby-pose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/feeds/6287377929015030082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/06/baby-pose.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6287377929015030082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067443127199650718/posts/default/6287377929015030082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pose.blogspot.com/2008/06/baby-pose.html' title='The BABY Pose'/><author><name>babYpose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263491410854100332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fni-t6mFug/TPyi7UW3wLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qRqrKTnOKqc/S220/babypose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
